Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Mamma, artist - Yukmouth. Album song 18k - The Golden Era: Deluxe Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
Baby Mamma |
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 pay child 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 MAMMA!) |
(Numskull) |
My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes |
To conceive a nigga baby and basically fuck up everything |
Bring your whole castle to ruins |
If you don’t see your baby in my presence then I’m suing |
I knew you was scandalous, man-less, but I took a chance though |
Now every time a nigga get paid, I see your hands ho (ice that dough) |
You stick the D.A. |
on me, and even worse than that |
You got my little baby daughter thinkin daddy phony |
But will she grow up; |
you tell her your faulty tales |
When you took my essence, I check and spent all the mail |
I was in jail, you told lies to my mum |
Scooped the next nigga and sucked him at the prom |
Now I’m, going to court for welfare-back payments |
Because I didn’t keep receipts and bank statements |
I got the lead on ya, you only daddy’s little girl |
Because I think your daddy’s sweet on ya |
Your baby mamma |
(Chorus: Yukmouth) |
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 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 MAMMA!) |
(Yukmouth) |
Your baby mamma’s they come in all shapes and sizes |
With little surprises in their bellies |
They use it to buy Christelly Chanelle jellies |
And ounces of smelly al-greenery, smokin out the whole scenery |
My baby mamma, the craziest bra since my wife |
At night, she the type to go sleep walkin with a knife |
Like Jason Nikitcha, tryin to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit’cha |
Did ya forget its been three years since I fucked wit’cha (bitch) |
Quit fuckin' my high off |
Quit showin up at shows askin for dough fuckin my life off |
Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy |
Smoke-a-lot for nature, lace, modulate ya (hey) |
Tie you shoes on these down-home blues |
Out of all the woman I choose |
Your baby mamma look like boo-bleh |
I got some top notches I know you do to |
But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like boo-boo nigga |
(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 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 MAMMA!) |
(Outro: Yukmouth) |
Now who got the baby mamma’s uh, uh |
Now sexy mamma’s, mamma’s, mamma’s |
Now who go the baby mamma’s dig it |
Hey, the classy mamma’s, mamma’s |
Hey, hey, the welfare mamma’s, mamma’s |
Hey, the section eight mamma’s, mamma’s |
Hey, hey, now who got the baby mamma’s? |
Dig it, uh, done deal |