| Intro
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| Wassup?
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| Nothin just bangin'. |
| («I see you tryin to play me» x 4 in background)
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| What’s up wit you?
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| That’s cool
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| Hey
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| I just got a call from my momma, you know wha I’m sayin?
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| Said she got call from my lawyer
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| And guess what?
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| Hook
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| Lawyer just told me, he told me what it is
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| That bastards not my babyyyyy. |
| («not mine» x 4 in background)
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| I see you tryin to play me, (babyyyyy x 2)
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| I see you tryin to play me. |
| (babyyyyy x 2)
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| You know, why me?
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| Verse 1
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| I guess you blamed it on the wrong nigga, it ain’t mine
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| I took the test and the results read it, you was lyin. |
| (bitch you was lyin,
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| lyin)
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| But you was cryin in my motherfuckin face
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| And all the while tellin niggas how you fin to get paid off Kray'
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| Thought you had a bone
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| Bitch got shit all wrong, a y’all know
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| I was suspicious from the front door, (front door)
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| Wasn’t surprised when the ho took me to court and say she want do
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| Now the bitch has got the people in my business, (all in my business)
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| They come to find out, ain’t even one of my children
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| You illin, playin with these kids man
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| You’re dead wrong, got this baby callin me daddy
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| But daddy’s a unsolved mystery
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| Cause appearently mommy ain’t carin what she sleeps now
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| What ya gone do?
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| Tell her the truth or say I left you, like ho’s do
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| Hook
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| Repeat hook x 2
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| Verse 2
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| I shoulda knew your ass was drama
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| Round here tellin everybody yous my baby mama
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| Sayin I’m a buy you this and that like I’m your fuckin sponser
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| Look your honour, I ain’t payin a dime
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| Because that young’n right there mine
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| I ain’t lyin, I ain’t no deadbeat daddy, with intent to be neglectin
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| All I wanted was some sex, but now she tryin to get a check
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| But baby hold on won’t you wait a minute
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| The DNA a read negative, fuckin these chickens ain’t no way to live
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| They tryin to get up in your pockets and break you down
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| For 18 years, so who rapin who now
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| Ninety-nine point nine percent not
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| I mean I ain’t that baby father, I ain’t gotta be bothered
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| With all that bullshit you stressin me with, testin my wits
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| I’m just about to slap in the clip, and do me a bitch
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| I’m through with this shit, I keep it real with my lady
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| Now you chickens that play me, don’t knock that nigga little Layzie
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| Catch
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| Mo-mmy, hey mommy where’s my da-ddy, where’s my da-ddy?
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| Verse 3
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| I chip in, cause I’m chillin enough
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| Makin mill-i-ons, she wants some do, bitch NO!
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| Go get a J-O-B
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| Willin to help and I, help yourself for sho
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| I better play daddy
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| Comin out a woman in wich she never had me
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| Sadly, always in transition leavin gladly
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| Shit, I tried to be the papi
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| Nothin 'gainst the baby, momma can’t make me happy
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| Fuck yeah I’m crazy, my father never knew about me
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| I was young, while another man mad at me
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| I got no real fam, maybe it’s swellin straight
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| God I love you Lay', noone get in the way
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| Hook
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| Repeat hook x 2
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| Verse 4
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| Why can’t we pressure these broads, the way they pressure on us
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| That paper came and it read that nigga wasn’t my son
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| Why can’t we counter sue these bitches on the way they do us
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| Test one, test two, said I wasn’t the one
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| So you can cancel that mo-ney!
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| Ri-din!, and flossin my mo-ney!
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| Oooh, I know you had a plan, lo-vely!
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| I hope the real baby daddy live his life, y-eah!
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| And you can tell your little girlfriend to stay out my face
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| I see you ain’t told her the results of what you got in your case
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| You get’s nada, what you ain’t heard
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| I ain’t the real baby’s father, not a dollar
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| I guess the best is the best, somebody woulda got hurt
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| Cause I ain’t payin for nothin, I got for free with no work
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| You so scandalous
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| Heard about my Benz, look they came and tried to relate us
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| Damn!
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| Hook
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| Repeat hook x 4
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| Beitch x 3 til fade |