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Violent J
b*tch back up cause your dimmin my shine
You got nine kids, only two of them mine
I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac
b*tch start giving back, fk hittin that
Your s**t loop like a bowl of soup
And every time Im with you, Im smelling nothing but baby po*p
You got WIC food stamps, and ADC
Why you still fking with me, you dirty scoundrel
And Ima murder any friend of the court
Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport
Then blast off, catch a flight to another life
Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes
They wont stifle, always wanna fight and for what
Get the rifle one to her butt, POP!
I wont have it, girls wont fly straight
And I got two more girls callin sayin they late
Baby momma blues
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Deadbeat moms are chasing me aint no one on my side
Im packin all my s**t up and Im taking off tonight
b*tch leave me alone
Esham
fk my baby momma, with that baby drama
Callin me while Im in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna
Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer
Anyway b*tch, howd u get my new number
fk my baby momma, she need a new weed?
That b*tch did something that I couldnt believe
She called up a priest, she called the police
And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece
fk my baby momma, I cant see it like Stevie Wonder
All I know is when it rains it thunders
My baby momma took me under
fk my baby momma, and my thirty kids
Dont tell me bout s**t that none of them did
To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin the drama
fk you in front of the court, and fk my baby momma
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Deadbeat moms are chasing me aint no one on my side
Im packin all my s**t up and Im taking off tonight
sh*ggy 2 Dope
I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes
You dont love them kids, you only keep them to use
You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers
How that happen?
You got me plottin a kidnapping
Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fk off!
All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off
He looks like me, b*tch, he looks just like you
d*mn, just a piece of neden ?
b*tch, I bought you a trailer, it wasnt enough
You met some punk and he stole your stuff
You wrecked your car they cut off your phone
Baby mommas blowin me up
AINT NOBODY HOME!
How much money, just for three kids
I got three other hoes layin down they bids
Dont think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces
I got baby mommas in phenomenal places
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Deadbeat moms are chasing me aint no one on my side
Im packin all my s**t up and Im taking off tonight
Leave me alone
Esham
There you have it, man
These hoes done lost they minds, man
These hoes keep tryin to hit a brother with charges
So I just keep on hittin them with gauges
You know what Im sayin?
These hoes can just jump up off me man
I dont give a fk what the DMA say, you hear what Im sayin?
fk what the DMA say
I just had another one man
Yeah, its tryna get me
I dont know man
I dont know what they gone do
But if they break up out this..