Eazy-E - My Baby'z Mama Lyrics |
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Lyrics: [i'm sittin here writin a song about baby'z mothers who try to Sue the daddies for child support. even though daddy is takin care Of the baby but the mother's just, you know, scandalous, not Just like this hey] f*** my baby'z mama The bi*** got drama f*** my baby'z mama Coz she's the type o' bi*** that wanna see me broke Broker than a joke, bi*** stole my role And every time i see the bi*** she needs cash She make me wanna slap her ass Triflin bi*** always got me in a fit The low-life-compton-shoppin-swap-me trick I wanna kill the ho Then slam her in the trunc of my six fo' Coz yo, that ho made my d*** grow And now her lawyer's at every show Waitin for me to kick in my dough But before i go i'm on death row Coz the bi*** had too much drama... f*** my baby'z mama ! [chorus:] f*** my baby'z mama ! (7x) [trick bi*** !] f*** my baby'z mama ! f*** my baby'z mama The bi*** got drama And i'm not the one I should just knock her punk ass out While i'm in court payin child support But then i gotta deal with the father and the steel And he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kill Make me kick up a grip, i don't like her Coz the bi*** is buyin skirts instead of dipers Beggin so much to hold hands it's startin to look like cuffs I wish i never f***ed But now it's too late How much you made ? Coz accordin to your income You might have to spend some Time behind bars Now ya find it hard Never thought a bi*** would pull a stunt like this I can't do another day with pamela So i'm a pay ya, anna But i just like to say... [chorus] I think of all the money that i spent on a lawyer I used to be an employer But now i'm just an employee filin bankruptcy But now the punk bi*** can't touch me Huh! i only call her to check up on my daughter So now she's got a restraining order Put me to the curb and had the nerve to axks a bower or dime bi***, you must be outcha rabid ass mind Huh! love for start will take much, you see, the bi*** broke me So now i need a crutch But you gotta understand a judge don't give a f*** About a young nigga that's down on his luck So i gotta put the p down and be down for the calls And give the bi*** back her drawers So if ya drivin by and ya see her Do me favor, give the bi*** the finger f*** her ! [chorus] You biiiiiiiiiitch !!! [insert:] Haha, that's f***ed up! Go to hell ! We dedicate this number to you, haha This one's for youuuu ! This evening's news report: see ya 'round, buddy boy... [pow] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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