My Baby Mama

Lyrics

Stress, that's all y'all hear
 I like a bag of stress
 (Is that right?)
 Baby mamma's own
 Speak on this, uh
 My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
 Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
 And tryin' to break your player partners
 Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin' marijuana?
 Your baby mamma, your mamma
 My baby mamma, probably been screwed
 By so many dudes that she's confused
 Keep makin' moves and breakin' fools and V-12's
 Like you and I, I flew in' high of Endo and I.C.E.
 That baby's supposed to look like me
 Girl, youse a lie, now who's them eyes?
 Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro?
 Lookin' like a baby macks hair-drum, huh
 Platinum, until my bread come, so she can try to sue me and do me
 Like they did my man Num, my baby mamma
 The typical groupie, she watch me go from
 Squattin' the hoopie, to clockin' loochie and the prowl
 I see woman livin' me coochie like, catch
 (Catch)
 Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, hey
 Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support
 Throw up your hands if you're going to court, hey
 The life that you live is long not short, hey
 Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin' weed
 On the porch with your baby mamma
 My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
 Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
 And tryin' to break your player partners
 Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin' marijuana?
 Your baby mamma, your mamma
 Your baby mamma
 I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
 To get me back behind my back she probably fuck my partner
 But you can have her player partner
 Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
 (Your mamma)
 My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes
 To conceive a nigga, baby and basically fuck up everything
 Bring your whole castle to ruins
 If you don't see your baby in my presence then I'm suing
 I knew you was scandalous, manless
 But I took a chance though
 Now every time a nigga get paid I see your hands hoe
 (Ice that dough)
 You stick the D.A. on me, and even worse than that
 You got my little baby daughter thinkin' Daddy phony
 But will she grow up; you tell her your faulty tales
 When you took my essence, I check and spent all the mail
 I was in jail, you told lies to my mum
 Scooped the next nigga and sucked him at the prom
 Now, I'm going to court for welfare-back payments
 Because I didn't keep receipts and bank statements
 I got the lead on ya, you only Daddy's little girl
 Because I think your daddy's sweet on ya
 Your baby mamma
 Why y'all be crazy daily, hit us up with drama
 Playin' with babies and tryin' to break your player partners
 Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin' marijuana?
 Your baby mamma, your mamma
 Your baby mamma
 I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
 To get me back behind my back, she probably fuck my partner
 but you can have her player partner
 Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
 (Your mamma)
 Your baby mamma's, they come in all shapes and sizes
 With little surprises in their bellies
 They use it to buy Christelly Chanelle jellies
 And ounces of smelly al-greenery, smokin' out the whole scenery
 My baby mamma, the craziest bra since my wife
 At night, she the type to go sleep walkin' with a knife
 Like Jason Nikitcha, tryin' to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit'cha
 Did ya forget its been three years since I fucked wit'cha
 (Bitch)
 Quit fuckin' my high off, quit showin' up at shows askin'
 For dough fuckin' my life off
 Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy
 Smoke-a-lot for nature, lace, modulate ya
 (Hey)
 Tie you shoes on these down-home blues
 Out of all the woman I choose your baby mamma look like boo-bleh
 I got some top notches I know you do to
 But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like boo-boo nigga
 My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
 Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies
 And tryin' to break your player partners
 Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin' marijuana?
 Your baby mamma, your mamma
 Your baby mamma
 I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
 To get me back behind my back, she probably fuck my partner
 But you can have her player partner
 Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma
 (Your mamma)
 Now who got the baby mamma's uh, uh
 Now sexy mamma's, mamma's, mamma's
 Now, who go the baby mamma's? Dig it
 Hey, the classy mamma's, mamma's
 Hey, hey, the welfare mamma's, mamma's
 Hey, the section eight mamma's, mamma's
 Hey, hey, now who got the baby mamma's?
 Dig it, uh, done deal

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Duration
04:13
Key
8
Tempo
86 BPM

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