| Bitch back up cause your dimmin' my shine
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| You got nine kids, only two of em mine
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| I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers and simalack
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| Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin' that
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| Your shit loop like a bowl of soup
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| And everytime I’m with you I’m smellin' nothin' but baby poop
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| You got week food stamps and eighty seat
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| Why you still fuckin' wit me? |
| you dirty scoundral
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| And I’mma murder any friend of the court
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| Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport
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| Then blast off, catch a flight to another life
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| Five baby mommas everyone of em trife. |
| hoes
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| They won’t stifel, always wanna fight and for what?
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| Get the rifle, one to her butt, POP!
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| I won’t have it, bitches don’t fly straight
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| And I got two more bitches callin' sayin they late
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| Baby momma blues.
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| Deadbeat moms are chasing me, ain’t no one on my side
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| I’m packin' all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
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| Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama
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| Callin' me while I’m in the Bahamas with Lanna and Donna
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| Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer
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| Anyway bitch, how’d you get my new number?
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| Fuck my baby momma, she need a new weave
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| The bitch did something that I couldn’t believe
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| She called up a priest, she called the police
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| And then called the lawyer and took half of my piece
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| Fuck, my, baby momma
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| I can’t see it like Stevie Wonder
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| All I know is when it rains, it thunders
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| My baby momma, took me under
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| Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids
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| Don’t tell me about shit that none of em did
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| To all you deadbeat moms who be bringing the drama
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| Fuck you and friend of the court, and fuck my baby momma
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| Deadbeat moms are chasing me, ain’t no one on my side
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| I’m packin' all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
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| I got the baby momma blues, from in my shoes
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| You don’t love them kids, you only keep em to use
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| Ya breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers
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| How that happen? |
| you got me plottin' to kidnap ya
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| Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, FUCK OFF!
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| All I know, you should’ve just jacked me off
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| He looks like me, bitch he looks just like you, DAMN
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| Just a piece of neden for cuttin' some ooh
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| Bitch I bought you a trailer, It wasn’t enough
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| You met some punk, and he stoled your stuff
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| You wrecked your car, they cut off your phone
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| Baby mommas blowing me up, AIN’T NOBODY HOME!
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| How much money just for three kids
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| I got three other hoes layin' down they bids
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| Don’t think I won’t choke out all four of they faces
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| I got baby mommas in phenomenal places
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| Deadbeat moms are chasing me, ain’t no one on my side
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| I’m packin' all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
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| There you have it man, these hoes done lost they mind man
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| These hoes keep tryin' to hit a brother wit charges
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| So I just keep on hittin' em wit dodges you know what I’m sayin'?
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| These hoes, just step up off me man
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| I don’t give a fuck what the DNA say you hear what I’m sayin'?
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| Fuck what the DNA say, I just had another one man
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| Yeah, it’s tryin' to get me, I don’t know man
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| I don’t know what they gon' name it
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| But if they break up out this. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deadbeat Moms , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album The Calm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп