| Stress, that’s all y’all hear, I like a bag of stress
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| (Is that right?), baby mamma’s own
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| Speak on this, uh
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| (Chorus: Yukmouth)
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| My baby mamma, why y’all be crazy daily
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| Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
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| And tryin to break your player partners
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| Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin marijuana?
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| Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
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| (Yukmouth)
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| My baby mamma, probably been screwed
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| By so many dudes that she’s confused
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| Keep makin moves and breakin fools and V-12's like you and I
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| I flew in high of Endo and I.C.E
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| That baby’s supposed to look like me
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| Girl, youse a lie, now who’s them eyes?
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| Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro?
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| Lookin like a baby macks hair-drum, huh
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| Platinum, until my bread come
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| So she can try to sue me and do me
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| Like they did my man Num, my baby mamma
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| The typical groupie, she watch me go from
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| Squattin the hoopie, to clockin loochie and the prowl
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| I see woman livin me coochie like, catch (catch)
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| Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey
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| Throw up your hands if you pay child support
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| Throw up your hands if you’re going to court hey
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| The life that you live is long not short hey
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| Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin weed
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| On the porch with your baby mamma
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| (Chorus: Yukmouth)
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| My baby mamma, why y’all be crazy daily
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| Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
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| And tryin to break your player partners
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| Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin marijuana?
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| Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
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| Your baby mamma
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| I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
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| To get me back behind my back
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| She probably fuck my partner
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| But you can have her player partner
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| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!)
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| (Numskull)
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| My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes
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| To conceive a nigga baby and basically fuck up everything
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| Bring your whole castle to ruins
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| If you don’t see your baby in my presence then I’m suing
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| I knew you was scandalous, man-less, but I took a chance though
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| Now every time a nigga get paid, I see your hands ho (ice that dough)
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| You stick the D.A. |
| on me, and even worse than that
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| You got my little baby daughter thinkin daddy phony
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| But will she grow up; |
| you tell her your faulty tales
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| When you took my essence, I check and spent all the mail
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| I was in jail, you told lies to my mum
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| Scooped the next nigga and sucked him at the prom
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| Now I’m, going to court for welfare-back payments
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| Because I didn’t keep receipts and bank statements
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| I got the lead on ya, you only daddy’s little girl
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| Because I think your daddy’s sweet on ya
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| Your baby mamma
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| (Chorus: Yukmouth)
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| Why y’all be crazy daily
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| Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
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| And tryin to break your player partners
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| Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin marijuana?
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| Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
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| Your baby mamma
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| I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
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| To get me back behind my back
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| She probably fuck my partner
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| But you can have her player partner
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| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!)
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| (Yukmouth)
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| Your baby mamma’s they come in all shapes and sizes
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| With little surprises in their bellies
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| They use it to buy Christelly Chanelle jellies
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| And ounces of smelly al-greenery, smokin out the whole scenery
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| My baby mamma, the craziest bra since my wife
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| At night, she the type to go sleep walkin with a knife
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| Like Jason Nikitcha, tryin to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit’cha
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| Did ya forget its been three years since I fucked wit’cha (bitch)
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| Quit fuckin' my high off
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| Quit showin up at shows askin for dough fuckin my life off
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| Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy
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| Smoke-a-lot for nature, lace, modulate ya (hey)
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| Tie you shoes on these down-home blues
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| Out of all the woman I choose
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| Your baby mamma look like boo-bleh
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| I got some top notches I know you do to
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| But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like boo-boo nigga
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| (Chorus: Yukmouth)
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| My baby mamma, why y’all be crazy daily
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| Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
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| And tryin to break your player partners
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| Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin marijuana?
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| Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
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| Your baby mamma
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| I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
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| To get me back behind my back
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| She probably fuck my partner
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| But you can have her player partner
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| Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!)
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| (Outro: Yukmouth)
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| Now who got the baby mamma’s uh, uh
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| Now sexy mamma’s, mamma’s, mamma’s
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| Now who go the baby mamma’s dig it
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| Hey, the classy mamma’s, mamma’s
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| Hey, hey, the welfare mamma’s, mamma’s
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| Hey, the section eight mamma’s, mamma’s
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| Hey, hey, now who got the baby mamma’s?
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| Dig it, uh, done deal |