BABY MAMA LYRICS
by THREE SIX MAFIA
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THREE 6 MAFIA LYRICS
[Chorus: Juicy J + LaChat]
[Juicy J] It's my baby mama (ye ain` know?) I'm on child support
She get welfare checks, but I stay in court
It's my baby mama (ye ain` know?)she be ridin' Cady
And she always lookin' for sugar daddies
[LaChat] It's my baby daddy (ye ain` know?)he be always broke
And he aint no good nothin', but a joke
It's my baby daddy (ye ain` know?) he just love to have it
He be cheatin' on me that's why I can't stand em'
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Man this freak has got me stressin' (ye ain` know?)in the court I must confessin'
Playas try to get that checkin' who put hickeys on yo' neckin'
In that jail I can't(ye ain` know?) be stayin' and my g's you can't be cakin'
Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payments
Hurr they go (ye ain` know?)you send em' letters then they wanna come and get cha
Probably shoulda used a Jimmy probably shoulda neva' met her
Why you wanna(ye ain` know?) try ta impress me?
Always lyin' tryna' caress me
All these so-called ballas want me boy I'm styled you know I'm sexy
I'm LaChat you see I'm (ye ain` know?) swole got you waitin' at a tole
Betta' come break me off a fee keep yo' girl on yo' payrole
See me switchin' (ye ain` know?)blowin' out kisses dudes don't know what they be missin'
I'm the type of girl you need keeps on cookin' in the kitchen
Bake yo' biscuits up(ye ain` know?) from scratch get chu' sprung off my cat
But chu betta take care yo' kids Juvenile Court is where it's at
Where it's at?
Ye ain` know? Cheese is missin' ye ain` show
And that freak you shackin' wit' she too nice I'm mean though
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
It's DJ P and brothas be (ye ain` know?)out we just tryin' to be dawgs
But it's ok aint nann hoe gon' stop the way that we walk
We kickin' dis off in them dose'(ye ain` know?) and when it's on they gon' run
And please believe when we come we gon' come like a nut cum
Down and dirty(ye ain` know?) in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
Ridin' Cady Automatic man we got to keep that heat
Keep that heat(ye ain` know?) for them streets cuz' man these streets be watchin' me
Memphis, Tenn. kick the chains, pants gotta kick the crease
Division 2 (ye ain` know?)Juvenile Court is where they had yo' boy
Monthly payments I gotta pay, but I keep comin' short
Now that I'm payin (ye ain` know?)child support and these courts got me runnin' mayn
Spendin' nights with these otha brithaz and all my dawgs mayn
Warrents for yo'(ye ain` know?) boy arrest got me sweatin' from the stress
Gettin' drunk and high all night bout' to drive me to that white
Mayn if these boys(ye ain` know?) want me they gon' really have to find me
Messin' off with these scally wag hoes they so grimey
[Verse 3: LaChat]
Why you playin?
Boy yo' baby need (ye ain` know?)some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes?
Aint no more for me(ye ain` know?) and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you?
I don't wanna hurr(ye ain` know?) yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks
Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get
Shoulda knownd it from(ye ain` know?) the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin' for that lyin' see yo' ass in court next month
Pay you cheese I'll give (ye ain` know?) you quarters I'll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border
Hangin' with the finest (ye ain` know?) women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin'
Drinkin' on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit' it
I done hustled,(ye ain` know?) worked a job and broke some back there was no stoppin'
You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin'
Now I see why (ye ain` know?)you be freakin' now I know why you be geekin'
If you wanna give me reasons catch me in that playa season
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