Baby Momma Blues

Bitch, bitch, you can't have none of me
The same ungrateful ass bitch is what you're gonna be
I really wish my daughter knew what was going on
'Cause she don't want my company, she wants my cash
And I know her mother is to blame

Filling her head up with these fucking lies about me
Probably got her thinking I want her to live a life without me
And I hate you bitch
And I hope whatever you ate today makes you sick
Why you always gotta be hating on me?
I'm good 'cause ain't nothing but blessings waiting on me

Baby mama talking that shit
Don't want me to see my kid
I ain't giving you no more dick
'Cause I don't love you
Do you know who you fucking with?
I ain't gon' ever love no bitch
Rather wife the ice around my wrist
Matter of fact fuck you

Fuckin' with me, I know you thought you was gonna get rich
And now you mad than a motherfucker 'cause you didn't get shit
Your friends be like, "As long as he takes care of his kids
Whatever he do with his money, bitch that ain't your business"
Trying to turn my child against me 'cause I don't fuck with you
Saying shit like he don't love us, nah just ain't no love for you
Habitual thot is what is the problem here
If you ain't gon' grow up then please get the fuck out of here

I'm so tired of your pussy ass attitude
I could capture the sun and then give it to the bitch
But the bitch wouldn't show no gratitude
Only time I hear from you is when something needs to be paid for
That's why I never come around your way hoe

Baby mama talking that shit
Don't want me to see my kid
I ain't giving you no more dick
'Cause I don't love you
Do you know who you fucking with?
I ain't gon' ever love no bitch
Rather wife the ice around my wrist
Matter of fact, fuck you

Just because I don't want to be at your house
You got me all up in the court house
Telling the judge my residence is just a hoe house
And you don't want your child around me
To see all these bad bitches go in and go out
Hoping I miss a payment, you really want them hoes to jail me
Just hate to see me happy, you want to see my new relationship fail me

Programming hatred for daddy all in my child head
'Cause I no longer want your ratchet ass in my bed
I don't wanna die lonely
But I promise I will before I end up with a phony
You need to realize my child ain't a hustle
That's the reason I live the good life but you still live in the struggle
Young hoe

Baby mama talking that shit
Don't want me to see my kid
I ain't giving you no more dick
'Cause I don't love you
Do you know who you fucking with?
I ain't gon' ever love no bitch
Rather wife the ice around my wrist
Matter of fact, fuck you



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Writer(s): Ever Ronquillo
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