Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4th Baby Mama, artist - Summer Walker. Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4th Baby Mama |
| Tell me why did you do this to me? |
| After we made plans for a family? |
| A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker |
| And I won’t let you back in my life so I’m takin'… |
| I wanna start with yo mama, she should’ve whooped yo ass |
| Know you ain’t shit, but she don’t care 'cause you lit |
| Paying for trips cars, bags and bought the crib |
| But she ain’t never call you out, 'cause she like the way that she live |
| But that some foul shit, she wasn’t even around when, you ain’t have no money |
| (Money) |
| That’s why I find it funny (Funny) |
| I guess that guilt hit hard, being gon for so long |
| That’s why she makes excuss for all your wrongs |
| Now what’s the point in keep on having kids? |
| If she just gone be raising them, that’s just pure laziness |
| Ion get it is you tryna keep up with Thug? |
| Is you racing him? |
| Crazy how you really think that shit’s cute, be embracing it, oh |
| It really don’t get no worse than you, 'cause you ain’t even got the nerve, |
| to stand up on yo word |
| Oh, no-no-no, uh |
| Oh, no-no-no, huh? |
| What was you telling them? |
| What was you telling me? |
| What was you telling them? |
| And what was you telling me? |
| Why would you do all that? |
| Just to be selling dreams |
| Ain’t even pulling through |
| You just be talking |
| Damn, I ain’t know niggas be out here tryna trap bitches |
| Never took me nowhere lavish 'till you seen Drake hop on the track with it |
| If you ask me you was acting, whole time just acting |
| You ain’t give a fuck about me, you was just tryna cash in |
| Only buy me nice shit, big dates, just for Instagram flashing |
| Tryna get your likes up, know you’re a clout addict |
| Gotta let niggas know that you have it |
| Gotta let niggas know that you have it |
| And all you be doing is bragging |
| Telling people, that I’m your queen, but all you mean, is just of R&B |
| I know you ain’t care, 'cause you always gone |
| How could you make me spend my whole fucking pregnancy alone? |
| And where was you at? |
| 'Cause you claim you at work |
| But them other niggas said they made the beats, so how that add up? |
| Prolly was with your baby mamas one to three |
| You claim that you had a ring for me, you was prolly out fucking hoes |
| What was you telling them? |
| What was you telling me? |
| What was you telling them? |
| And what was you telling me? |
| Why would you do all that? |
| Just to be selling dreams |
| Ain’t even pullin' through |
| You just be talking |
| Tell me why did you do this to me? |
| After we made plans for a family? |
| A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker |
| And I won’t let you back in my life so I’m takin'… |