baby mama - ydk jay lyrics
hot
ayyye
godd*mn
yeah
i’m chillin’
i’m chillin’ i’m chillin’ i’m chillin’
what you say bruh these n*ggas know not play with this sh*t (go)
ok
ok 1 2 give her 3 maybe even 4. i just f*ck her till her toes lock and then she gotta go
i couldn’t even wife the b*tch that lil hoe just do the most, i ain’t even know the b*tch i just knew she was a hoe
see i ain’t even wanna take the n*gga hoe but he was childish she just like me cause i’m gangster all i do is move in silence. beat her back into thе walls i just let the p*ssy leakin’ should’vе known she was a hoe when you found out the b*tch was cheatin’
b*tch i’m really on my k!lling sh*t really drilling sh*t i call jay3 he down to slide we gone take that n*gga b*tch. i put diamonds on her necks but she can never get a birkin, put the d*ck between her legs don’t give a f*ck if she was hurtin’
b*tch i make money, get cheddar, don’t sell drugs we smoke dope. that b*tch made cause i cut her off don’t f*ck with her she do the most. i’m young as f*ck but my mind grown, make a bankroll off a flip phone. rock designer clothes leave em mitch match but i’m done talkin’ where that b*tch at? (mane f*ck that b*tch)
she don’t give no f*ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f*cking drama. that ratchet sh*t that acting sh*t i can’t even give you honor so b*tch it’s f*ck your honor (b*tch) go lie to your mama. she don’t give no f*ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f*cking drama. that ratchet sh*t that acting sh*t i can’t even give you honor so b*tch it’s f*ck your honor (b*tch) go lie to your mama
i don’t wanna talk if we ain’t talkin’ bout no millions b*tch, f*ck the hoe and kick her out next day she in her feelings b*tch. how the f*ck you gangster but you sweeter than a cookie he was crying bout a basic b*tch you know that n*gga p*ssy
b*tch i’m high as f*ck and i’m in the mix with your lil b*tch, again high as f*ck get him gone and knock his head off lil b*tch we get ya touch. i thought that he was bout it what the f*ck this n*gga hiding for? i should’ve known that n*gga was a scary b*tch
lights flashin’ leave em on grab the glock and get him gone and i ain’t never say that i was right but tell me how i’m wrong. you say that you was gangster but you crying for your mammy, i told the b*tch don’t call my phone but clearly she ain’t understand me. ok, she don’t give a f*ck she just wanna be my baby mama, i can’t even give you honor b*tch go lie to your mama. trappin’ and finessing tryna find which way to go. b*tch i’m really bout that action just incase you didn’t know, so
she don’t give no f*ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f*cking drama. that ratchet sh*t that acting sh*t i can’t even give you honor so b*tch it’s f*ck your honor (b*tch) go lie to your mama. she don’t give no f*ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f*cking drama. that ratchet sh*t that acting sh*t i can’t even give you honor so b*tch it’s f*ck your honor (b*tch) go lie to your mama
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