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The Luniz - My Baby Mamma lyrics
(Intro: Yukmouth) Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a bag of stress (Is that right?), baby mamma's own Speak on this, uh (Chorus: Yukmouth) My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin with babies And tryin to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin marijuana? Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! (Yukmouth) My baby mamma, probably been screwed by so many dudes that she's confused Keep makin moves and breakin fools and V-12's like you and I I flew in high of Endo and I.C.E. That baby's supposed to look like me Girl, youse a lie, now who's them eyes? Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro? Lookin like a baby macks hair-drum, huh Platinum, until my bread come So she can try to sue me and do me like they did my man Num, my baby mamma The typical groupie, she watch me go from squattin the hoopie, to clockin loochie and the prowl I see woman livin me coochie like, catch (catch) Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support Throw up your hands if you're going to court hey The life that you live is long not short hey Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin weed on the porch with your baby mamma (Chorus: Yukmouth) My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin with babies And tryin to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin marijuana? Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! Your baby mamma I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna To get me back behind my back She probably fuck my partner but you can have her player partner Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR |
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