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Baby Mamma
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie
Vocals
Webbie
Webbie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Allen
Jeremy Allen
Songwriter
Torrence Hatch
Torrence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Allen
Jeremy Allen
Producer
Mouse On the Track
Mouse On the Track
Producer

Lyrics

This one here for them baby mommas who make baby daddies don't even want no baby daddy Feel this nigga. Lil Boosie. Check dis out Baby momma baby momma I'm tired of you I'm to the point where I wanna fire you You play the games that a child will do When you need to do the things that a mama do Baby momma baby momma You stressin me (you stressin me girl) Cause I ain't rich you think less of me (you think less of me) And we ain't gotta take the test to see You need to change yo ways so you can see the best of me Baby momma baby momma You lied to me (you lied) A good man I tried to be (I tried) You do me wrong even the blind can see That's why I got another woman on the side of me And she gon love me better (yea) Fuck me better warm me up up in the coldest weather She bout whatever you heard me Baby momma baby momma I trusted you It was so good I left it in when I made love to you I'm askin Why you cryin girl? Why you be lyin girl? Why you won't shine girl? On the stretch you know it's mine girl Im askin Why you have a baby? Just to drive me crazy? Why you be actin shady? When you posed to be my lady Baby momma baby momma Thought you love me hoe? (thought you love me hoe) But you won't put a child on child support And you don't even want my child to know That it ain't daddy it's his mama who wildin' tho Baby momma baby momma You jealous of me You don't even want the fellas wit me (my niggaz) And you keep on telling me To slow my role but behind you I'm catchin' felonies Baby momma baby momma Where the love done went? (where the luv done went) Don't wanna leave you cuz I love ya scent (ya smell) The names I call you ain't really meant But I'm tired of all these fightin's and arguments Besides we grown not no mo teenagers So you can stop playin them games tryna check my pager You need to get ya mind right if not I'll see you later You posed to take my side but you listen to the hatas (damn) I'm askin Why you cryin girl? Why you be lyin girl? Why you won't shine girl? On the stretch you know it's mine girl I'm askin Why you have a baby? Just to drive me crazy? Why you be actin shady? When you posed to be my lady Baby momma baby momma You hurted me Me and you know you deserted me (why?) I ain't gon lie feel like you murdered me Cause you the only girl who ever hold work for me Baby momma baby momma You a possum now (you sneaky) I heard you ridin through the bottom now (for what) I'm tryna get back on my team Cause you heard I had a major plug on prementhazime bitch please Baby momma look what I did for you (look what I did) I took you places that you never knew (you ain't even know that) I bought you any kind of tennis shoe If I thought I wouldn't gon make it I'll finish you (blaw) Baby momma you missin me (I know that) I know you miss how you was kissin me (fa sho) It's sad to say that you a friend of me But just remember can't nobody lay that dick like me I'm askin Why you cryin girl? Why you be lyin girl? Why you won't shine girl? On the stretch you know it's mine girl I'm askin Why you have a baby? Just to drive me crazy? Why you be actin shady? When you posed to be my lady I'm askin Yea this for them baby momma's who put a nigga on child support but just don't know they'll get more without child support You know what I'm sayin and that gotta stop You know what I'm sayin It ain't that imma try to make it imma put it on yo head y'all hoes wrong for that shit man let a nigga live ya heard me You can't stop me dat's how it is now Baby momma I done blew up now Got a hoe she some true love now (she grown) And I heard you gotta new thug now And you goin through some mo shit (mo shit) I'm out this bitch
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Jeremy Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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