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Baby Momma Lyrics by YG YG
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I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
Always got something to say, every time she don't get her way
Your whole life I done paid, with me, you had better days
All them bags I brought you, it's a shame
How the fuck you find time to still complain?
Questioning why I'm coming home late
Bitch, I put all the food on the plate
Yeah, she stay bitchin'
I'm like, 'Shut the fuck up and clean the kitchen'
Lover her from a distance
We talk crazy to each other, that's part of our relation
Tellin' your friends my business, you hella chatty
You let my daughter leave with her hair nappy
I still do everything to make you happy
You talk down on baby daddy
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
Always poppin' up with new friends, that's the type of shit I ain't in
Tellin' me how to spend my ends, but you tellin' me you want the new Benz
If I call you out your name, that's a sin
If you touch me, bitch, that's where it ends
I'm tellin' you we need a cleanse
I'm tellin' you but you don't comprehend
No good, burnt out from the hood
Moved you to the Valley like a real nigga should
My kids good, how they live, good
They don't eat pork, no pig, good
You supposed to be a nigga ribs
Can't no other nigga call dibs
If I'm paying for the crib
Don't have another nigga around my kids
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
I hate my baby mama
Always got something to say
With me, you had better days
Questioning why I'm coming home late
Bitch, I, bitch, I put all the food on the plate
I hate my baby mama
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