Baby Mama

Ma baby mama murder all she wrote
Said she better of on her own
Cause I'm never really really home
And her babies want their daddy home
Money money money money money
Thats all a nigger really needs
Cause i got a couple mouths to feed
And for the fam you know I'm down to bleed

Music over everything you can never understand
Pen and paper be the passion feel at home in the studio
Tryna cause that waves talking bout the radio
Chasing triple plats tryna pull up in that Benz
Baby mama mad that her babies got dad
Baby dis a fact know you got ma back
So i know you wont let me down
So i gotta hold it down do you right

Ma baby mama murder all she wrote
Said she better of on her own
Cause I'm never really really home
And her babies want their daddy home
Money money money money money
Thats all a nigger really needs
Cause i got a couple mouths to feed
And for the fam you know I'm down to bleed

Dady daddy daddy where you gone
Young nigger and i ain't even grown
Mama crying ma sister moan
Young nigger need a role model
All up in the club you doing gigs
Pretty woman all up in your grill
Ring on your finger keep it real
Tell me now who gone pay the bills
Mama ill and she takin pills
Said she calls you don't call her back
Yeah we miss you now whats wrong with that
Said she cold thats your side of the bed
According to her you are better than that
But i don't know

Ma baby mama murder all she wrote
Said she better of on her own
Cause I'm never really really home
And her babies want their daddy home
Money money money money money
Thats all a nigger really needs
Cause i got a couple mouths to feed
And for the fam you know I'm down to bleed



Credits
Writer(s): Johannes Mahloma, Johannes Relebohile Mahloma
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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