Baby Mama

Текст песни TrifeDrew - Baby Mama

Baby Mama Lyrics[Intro]
Fucked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin’ (What?)
Your name—

[Interlude]
Aye, I got that shit right now
Run that shit back, got that shit right now, hold up
Right now, right now right now right now
Hahahaha, haha
Jah, and you know that, boy!
[Chorus]
Fucked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin' (What?)
Your name in her bio, yeah (Yurr), she in my DM (Aye)
Nigga say he get around, but we don’t see him (That nigga goofy)
He a lame (He a lame), he a goofy (That nigga goofy)
Yeah, his bitch bad (Bad), but she choosy (That bitch is choosy)
Hit a stain (What?), he loopy (Aye, aye)
Thought that you could cuff her but that bitch is just a groupie

[Verse 1]
Bad lil' Cuban mami, met that bitch in 1-0 (Uh)
Took her to the movies, it turned out she was a free hoe (Free hoe)
Tried to sit her in the front but that bitch want straight to the back row
I tried to watch the fucking movie but that bitch was tryna deep-throat
Oh shit, she on "go" mode, she spicy like adobo (Uh)
She eat me up so good, I was tryna take a photo
I put the fucking flash on (Flash), she cool with the flash on (Flash)
She told me I could finish on anything but her fashion
I'm like "Whoa, whoa, whoa", niggas co-o-old (Whoa)
You was popping last year, where did you go-o-o? (Whoa)

[Break]
Whoa, whoa, hold up, wait, wait, wait
Where these niggas went though?
Y'all niggas is cold, y'all niggas is ice cold
Fuck outta here nigga, fuck
[Chorus]
Fucked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin' (What?)
Your name in her bio, yeah (Yurr), she in my DM (Aye)
Nigga say he get around, but we don't see him (That nigga goofy)
He a lame (He a lame), he a goofy (That nigga goofy)
Yeah, his bitch bad (Bad), but she choosy (That bitch is choosy)
Hit a stain (What?), he loopy (Aye, aye)
Thought that you could cuff her but that bitch is just a groupie

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I’m living so fast (Fast), like I’m doing the dash (Dash)
I been in my bag (Bag), I been on the road (Road)
I been with the bros (Bros), and ducking your hoe (Hoe)
But once I get back (Back), I put dick in her back (Back)
That shit get you mad, that shit get you sad
'Cause I fuck her like, that, that, that, that
She got no respect, nigga, my dick in her neck, nigga
Then she go right back to you and kiss you on your lips, nigga
Nigga you’s a bitch, nigga, a walking lick, nigga
You buy that little bitch designer, she sucking my dick, nigga

[Chorus]
Fucked your baby mama, yeah (Oh yeah), that's your B.M (Smut)
You be all on fake accounts (She eat), you be creepin' (What?)
Your name in her bio, yeah (Yurr), she in my DM (Aye)
Nigga say he get around, but we don't see him (That nigga goofy)
He a lame (He a lame), he a goofy (That nigga goofy)
Yeah, his bitch bad (Bad), but she choosy (That bitch is choosy)
Hit a stain (What?), he loopy (Aye, aye)
Thought that you could cuff her but that bitch is just a groupie
[Outro]
Jah, and you know that, boy!
My nigga Jah on the beat, get these bitches on they feet!
Jah stop hitting the Rose, keep the bitches real cozy!
My nigga Don with the cannon, you get that cannon, it grows like spandex!
Niggas dream — yo, yo, chill, my nigga, oh!
Yo, that’s hard
My nigga ch—ah!