My Baby Mama Lyrics
| Song | My Baby Mama |
| Artist | Luniz |
| Album | Lunitik Muzik |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Intro: Yukmouth) | |
| Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a bag of stress | |
| (Is that right?), baby mamma's own | |
| Speak on this, uh | |
| (Chorus: Yukmouth) | |
| 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 *********? | |
| Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! | |
| (Yukmouth) | |
| 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 *****, ey | |
| Throw up your hands if you pay child 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 | |
| (Chorus: Yukmouth) | |
| 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 *********? | |
| 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 **** my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!) | |
| (Numskull) | |
| My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes | |
| To conceive a nigga baby and basically **** 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, man-less, but I took a chance though | |
| Now every time a nigga get paid, I see your hands ho (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 | |
| (Chorus: Yukmouth) | |
| 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 *********? | |
| 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 **** my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!) | |
| (Yukmouth) | |
| 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 ***** wit'cha | |
| Did ya forget its been three years since I ****ed wit'cha (*****) | |
| Quit ****in' my high off | |
| Quit showin up at shows askin for dough ****in 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 | |
| (Chorus: Yukmouth) | |
| 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 *********? | |
| 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 **** my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!) | |
| (Outro: Yukmouth) | |
| 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 |
| Intro: Yukmouth | |
| Stress, that' s all y' all hear, I like a bag of stress | |
| Is that right?, baby mamma' s own | |
| Speak on this, uh | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Yukmouth | |
| My baby mamma, probably been screwed | |
| By so many dudes that she' s confused | |
| Keep makin moves and breakin fools and V12' 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 bigass hairfro? | |
| Lookin like a baby macks hairdrum, 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 smokealot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a , ey | |
| Throw up your hands if you pay child 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 | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| 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 my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Numskull | |
| My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes | |
| To conceive a nigga baby and basically 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 ho 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 welfareback 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 | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| 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 my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Yukmouth | |
| 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 algreenery, 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 wit' cha | |
| Did ya forget its been three years since I ed wit' cha | |
| Quit in' my high off | |
| Quit showin up at shows askin for dough in my life off | |
| Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy | |
| Smokealot for nature, lace, modulate ya hey | |
| Tie you shoes on these downhome blues | |
| Out of all the woman I choose | |
| Your baby mamma look like boobleh | |
| I got some top notches I know you do to | |
| But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like booboo nigga | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| 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 my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Outro: Yukmouth | |
| 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 |
| Intro: Yukmouth | |
| Stress, that' s all y' all hear, I like a bag of stress | |
| Is that right?, baby mamma' s own | |
| Speak on this, uh | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Yukmouth | |
| My baby mamma, probably been screwed | |
| By so many dudes that she' s confused | |
| Keep makin moves and breakin fools and V12' 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 bigass hairfro? | |
| Lookin like a baby macks hairdrum, 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 smokealot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a , ey | |
| Throw up your hands if you pay child 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 | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| 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 my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Numskull | |
| My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes | |
| To conceive a nigga baby and basically 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 ho 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 welfareback 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 | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| 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 my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Yukmouth | |
| 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 algreenery, 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 wit' cha | |
| Did ya forget its been three years since I ed wit' cha | |
| Quit in' my high off | |
| Quit showin up at shows askin for dough in my life off | |
| Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy | |
| Smokealot for nature, lace, modulate ya hey | |
| Tie you shoes on these downhome blues | |
| Out of all the woman I choose | |
| Your baby mamma look like boobleh | |
| I got some top notches I know you do to | |
| But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like booboo nigga | |
| Chorus: Yukmouth | |
| 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 ? | |
| 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 my partner | |
| But you can have her player partner | |
| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma YOUR MAMMA! | |
| Outro: Yukmouth | |
| 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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