Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Girls Havin' Babies on Their Own, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Girls Havin' Babies on Their Own |
| Yeah, come on |
| Cuz I could see it in you… |
| That’s right… |
| Cuz I could see it in you… |
| Word up… said I could see it in you… |
| You know, it’s all in your eyes, girl… |
| Now to the queens of the world, divine mothers of the world |
| Latina cover girls, the black pearls |
| Struggling for your kids, tryin' to be the best |
| Taking no shorts like Mae West, never would listen |
| What momma love would suggest, that you request |
| A partner in life, never putting you through so much stress |
| You holding down your foundation, all by yourself |
| Reminiscing from the pain that was once felt |
| From the fathers, who got they lives took |
| And the ones here, be everything in the book |
| From a bastard to a crook, reality be when he look |
| At the responsibility for the kids’ll get him shook |
| See girl, cuz it was fifty-fifty when you layed down |
| That was '75, 25 when it came around |
| Yeah… you know, you know… |
| It’s kinda real for them… |
| So many girls havin' babies on their own |
| To the kids, male figures is never known |
| Cuz it’s rough in this world, taking care of your homes |
| So many girls havin' babies on their own |
| So many girls havin' babies on their own |
| Stay strong, may your heart stay as hard as stone |
| Cuz it’s rough in this world, taking care of your home |
| Nowadays, so many girls havin' babies on their own |
| Respect due from New York to L.A., sophisticated females |
| Floating with the grace of a nightingale |
| Shining, sexy with your hairdo’s and painted nails |
| Exquisite, bringing magazines on the visit |
| Of The Source, the Black Tail, MB’s |
| Champion sweatsuits at wholesale |
| Struggling, the 9-to-5 to get ya man’s bail |
| At the crib with the kids waiting to exhale |
| Ladies on the real, you know the Killa Bamz kids |
| I’m tired of seeing young girls with tears |
| Struggling from the pain, thinking of the lies and the cheating |
| Going down, memory lane, never knowing what the man |
| Of your life, try’nna gain |
| Always in your face, yelling, predicate felon |
| Got the nerve to complain, to my queens, let me explain |
| Let me explain, let me explain, yeah… you know, come on |
| Arguments and sticking, Bob Marley was doing his bids |
| Homeboy, I know you think they dealing and greave |
| But like you, son, women got needs |
| Car notes and housedeeds, kids to feed |
| Brothers making promises after promises on how days gon' get better |
| Whether poor or rich, we gon' be together forever |
| But don’t cry, from the lies after lies |
| By the dozens, talking forever, messing with your cousins |
| I’m not hating, strictly stating |
| Breaking down the jewels I’ve written, Cover Girl you secondary |
| Remotes necessary, to represent and hold down ya world, miss thing |
| Miss thing, miss thing… |
| Ain’t nobody gonna do for you, like you gon' do for me… |
| Yeah… |