Snow Tha Product - Child Support lyrics

Claudia Feliciano [Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza]

[Snow Tha Product - Child Support lyrics]

What do you mean you can't
Pick him up this weekend?
Bro, you haven't seen
Your kid in like seven months bruh

You think this life is easy? You
Got hoes tryna be me
You out here texting and finessing
While your child is needy
You got your pockets greedy
I gave your block your CDs
Man, I done held you down and held you up
This how you did me?
I fucked up and let you give me a baby
Noticed you started getting real lazy
Got on your ass, you started to hate me
Needed a loan, you never repaid me
All of a sudden I'm the one
You hate, uh huh, why, 'cause it's true?
You hate that I'm the only one
That know the real you

I ain't these hoes, huh
Take off they clothes, huh
You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh?
'Cause as your child grow bigger
Child support don't stack
I ain't gotta say shit
Your baby said you so wack
I ain't these hoes, huh, I'm out here bold
Huh
You going broke, huh? You all alone, huh?
Said you got this and you got that
But you ain't got nothing to show
Now you all up in my business
I don't want you no more
I ain't these hoes, huh
Take off they clothes, huh
(Good riddance, fuck your feelings)
You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh
(yeah, we got a kid and all
But you got to be kiddin')
'Cause as your child grow bigger
Child support don't stack
(Good riddance, fuck your feelings)
I ain't gotta say shit
Your baby said you so wack
(yeah, we got a kid and all
But you got to be ahh)

You boys be bragging 'bout your bitter
Baby mamas for the streets
Talking about we want you back
What the fuck you think your baby eats?
I don't even need a check, but oh my God
I hate a bum
Out here flossing, talking shit on Facebook
You ain't seen your son
But, I mean good riddance, fuck your feelings
Yeah, we got a kid and all
But you got to be kiddin'
Telling all your lies to your
Guys that you left me
Probably choke me out if I talk and get messy
You wanted a Spanish mami
Put the cameras on me
You banned your homies from talking to me
Got mad hoes, coulda bagged your bro
But your petty shit don't bother me
'Cause good riddance, fuck your feelings
Yeah, we got a kid and all
But you got to be ahh

I ain't these hoes, huh
Take off they clothes, huh
You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh?
'Cause as your child grow bigger
Child support don't stack
I ain't gotta say shit
Your baby said you so wack
I ain't these hoes, huh
Take off they clothes, huh
(Good riddance, fuck your feelings)
You all alone, huh? Everyone knows, huh
(yeah, we got a kid and all
But you got to be kiddin')
'Cause as your child grow bigger
Child support don't stack
(Good riddance, fuck your feelings)
I ain't gotta say shit
Your baby said you so wack
(yeah, we got a kid and all
But you got to be ahh)

Hahaha, bro and don't be trippin' 'bout who
You see me with, either
He got a new dad

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