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