Baby Momma Blues - Z-Ro

Bitch, bitch, you can’t have none of me

The same ungrateful ass bitch is what you’re gonna be

I really wish my daughter knew what was going on

Cause she don’t want my company she want my cash

And I know her mother is to blame

Filling her brain with these fucking lies about me

Probably got her thinking I want her to live a life without me

And I hate you bitch and I hope whatever you ate today makes you sick

Why you always gotta be hating on me

I’m good cause ain’t nothing but blessings waiting on me

Baby mama talking that shit

Don’t want me to see my kid

I ain’t giving you no more dick

Cause I don’t love you

Do you know who you fucking with

I ain’t gonna ever love no bitch

Rather wife the ice around my wrist

Matter of fact fuck you

Fuckin with me I know you thought you was gonna get rich

And now you mad than a motherfucker cause you ain’t get shit

Your friends be like as long as he takes care of his kids

Whatever he do with his money bitch that ain’t your business

Trying to turn my child against me cause I don’t fuck with you

Saying shit like he don’t love us, nah just ain’t no love for you

Habitual thot is what is the problem here

If you ain’t gone grow up then please get the fuck out of here

I’m so tired of your pussy ass attitude

I could capture the sun and then give it to the bitch but the bitch wouldn’t

show no gratitude

Only time I hear from you is when something needs to be paid for

That’s why I never come around your way hoe

Baby mama talking that shit

Don’t want me to see my kid

I ain’t giving you no more dick

Cause I don’t love you

Do you know who you fucking with

I ain’t gonna ever love no bitch

Rather wife the ice around my wrist

Matter of fact fuck you

Just because I don’t want to be at your house

You got me all up in the court house

Telling the judge my residence is just a hoe house

And you don’t want your child around me to see all these bad go in and go out

Hoping I miss a payment you really want them hoes to jail me

Just hate to see my happy you want to see my new relationship fail me

Programming hatred for daddy all in my child head

Cause I no longer want your ratchet ass in my bed

I don’t wanna die lonely but I promise Iw ill before I end up with a phony

You need to realize my child ain’t a hustle

That’s the reason I live the good life but you still live in the struggle

Young hoe

Baby mama talking that shit

Don’t want me to see my kid

I ain’t giving you no more dick

Cause I don’t love you

Do you know who you fucking with

I ain’t gonna ever love no bitch

Rather wife the ice around my wrist

Matter of fact fuck you