Babymother

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Uncle Murda & Que Banz - Rap

Babymother

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(Intro) "Yeah, naw, I know shorty, we coo; naw, I like her son too man, that's my lil man, ya heard?" (CHORUS)(2x) I know your baby mother I'm coo with ya baby mother(We coo!) I like your son too I treat him like my baby brother(Ahaa!) We got the same sneakers How I know? Cause I bought it for 'em He asked you go get it three weeks ago, you act like you couldn't afford for 'em (Verse One-Uncle Murda) Don't hit ya babymother(Don't hit her!) Nigga, she told me she spoke to you(She told me!) I met her when you was locked up She was broke, the fuck's she supposed to do?(For real!) You left her out here with nuttin'(Nuttin!) She was stressed out lookin' so sad Had her about to get evicted She's too pretty to be doing bad(Too pretty!) All I had to do was clean her up Now she resembling Rihanna (Whoa!) You had her lookin like a basic bitch I had to introduce her to designer(She Gucci!) (Sheesh!)It could be worse You should be happy she met me, nigga So don't be coming home, going through her phone asking her why she texting me, nigga (Don't do that!) She only fuckin' me(That's it!) Don't be acting like she a thot She just want a joint for her little man, tired of him wearing Reeboks(I feel her!) I don't know why you getting mad Get you a bag Get on the grind I'm tired of buying shit for that kid anyway That little nigga ain't mine (CHORUS)(2x) I know your baby mother I'm coo with ya baby mother(We coo!) I like your son too I treat him like my baby brother(Ahaa!) We got the same sneakers How I know? Cause I bought it for 'em He asked you go get it three weeks ago, you act like you couldn't afford for 'em (Verse Two-Que Banz) Oh, I'm with your baby mama(Yeah!) Killed the pussy, manslaughter Then I see your baby mama(Where?) Whole team, she my transporter She wet like a sponge, I noticed the son He asking questions like he old enough We up in the bed, she giving me head But I'm trynna see if she gon' open up Now we in the Bay, T-D I'm on that gas, G-G(Gas!) Hoes around like a sink on it My diamonds are wet, Fiji(Splash!) I'm stuck on my funds and clutching my guns if you acting out or make a mess I'll make her stretch She gives me your checks When you on the phone she give me neck I bought a drop Ride with the mob Interfere, set up shop on your block Clickin' triggers, nigga, I make it hot Climbing ladders til I get to the top All of my jewels, 3-D Look at the neck, Vee-Vees Got yo baby mama up in the club We flexing on purpose for TV (CHORUS)(2x) I know your baby mother I'm coo with ya baby mother(We coo!) I like your son too I treat him like my baby brother(Ahaa!) We got the same sneakers How I know? Cause I bought it for 'em He asked you go get it three weeks ago, you act like you couldn't afford for 'em

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