Z-Ro - Baby Momma Blues lyrics

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