Hunt for Baby Mamma

Baby mama, baby mama,
Baby mama Baby mama,

Looking for a baby mama
Albino, Dravidian, African, or Brahmin
I'm set on finding her, Polynesian
Pacific Islander, got my color blinders on

You know that old song
"Have you seen her"
I be down south, binoculars
Looking out, Resort fort

Maybe on the beach, or en la piscina
She don't even have to clean a house
Just a pretty, mouth
That beautiful intelligent things come out

Whatever she utters, cheesy joke
Embarrassed snort, even if she fart
I laugh, get mad, not even a minute pass
I'll be happy again, damn my best friend
My guardian, my tease, my main squeeze
When things get hot, my cool breeze
My reprieve, she know my steez
A women that can litigate, dictate
And propagate our seeds

Damn where is she, have you seen her
Have you seen her
Have you seen her



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Christopher
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