Baby Mama Drama its Alright bonus Hymn Lyrics by Dave Hollister

Baby Mama Drama its Alright bonus Hymn Lyrics

    Verse 1
    What the fuck is goin' on
    You got 5-0 knockin on my door 6 in the mornin'
    I think i better let it go
    I told you once before that we ain't fucking no more
    I reminice on how i used to trip
    Spent all my money for that roly on your wrist
    Now it's not the same cause you caught up in the game
    It's funny how the money changes things

    Girl you've got me up in court now
    Tryina get all of my doe
    Better flip what you've been gettin'
    Cause you ain't gonna get no more

    Chorus (x2)
    I got the baby mama drama
    Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
    She's tryna stick me for my dollars
    Ain't nothing bu the baby mama drama
    [baby mama drama]

    Verse 2
    That's it i'm sick of your shit
    I'm bout to bring it to ya
    Got to handle it
    I'm bout to flip
    But i don't wanna lose my cool
    Believe me
    You don't wanna see me break rules
    Straight wild out
    Bitch you don't know what i'm about
    So go get your peoples
    I'll straight run up in his mouth
    See back on blackstreet shit was sweet
    But now i'm solo you want mo' doe
    Tryna try me and your trick too

    Girl you've got me up in court now
    Tryna get all of my doe
    Took out the window in my benzo
    And i just can't take it no more

    Chorus (x4)

    Slow rap
    Why you won't let me live
    (oh god)
    Tryaa keep me from my own kids
    (ain't nobody tryna keep you from youe damn kids)
    Sick of your ass faking jacks
    (whatever nigga)
    That's why i had to take the benz back
    (nigga that peace of shit)
    You got my ass up in court
    (you damn right)
    Guess you forgot about all that other shit i bought
    (what shit)
    Did you forget about that shit you kept
    (yeah right)
    That's ok i'll take it of your next months check
    (what!)
    Yeah i got drama
    (what drama)
    Dr...

    Argument
    Damn right drama
    (drama!? motherfucker let me tell you something about drama)
    What who the fuck you talkin' to
    (hope your ass do blow up and go platinum)
    Damn right imma blow up
    (cause when you go platinum i go platinum)
    Yeah right, bitch you crazy
    (whe you get paid i get paid)
    That's my shit what the fuck is you talkin' about
    (i put in time, now it's time for me to get mine)
    Yours? whats yours nigga?
    (shit i ain't playin)
    What's your's
    (you think i'm playin')
    (nigga i gets mean when you mess with my green)
    Nigga this ain't no motherfucking movie what the fuck is wrong wit you
    (what you say?)
    You heard what the fuck i said!
    (come over here you think you shit's sweet)
    Bitch!
    (thinkin you look good)
    Nigga i look good
    (you might look good now, but i told leroy about you
    He looking for you ass)
    Leroy!? leroy can {kissing sound} my ass aight
    (nigga what you need to do is watch your step)
    Nigga fuck you and my step aight
    (see what i'm saying, i ain't playin')
    Trick ass bitch!

    Eh hahahahahaha









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