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feat bishop don dotta kutt calhoun - baby mama drama (feat. bishop don dotta) - kutt calhoun lyrics

[featuring: bishop don dotta]

[hook:]
here we go again with the drama
f-cking like fools with my baby mama
pushing me alone but she wants so i’m a
i’m a turn the table and bring the drama
i’m about to go in on my beat
i’m about to go in on my beat
i’m about to go in on my beat, about to go in
about to go in

[verse 1:]
i should’ve never drank that liquor
i should’ve used a condom
but that’s my bad something i got to live with it
if i had my choice to do it all again
i would’ve kept it moving without even acknowledging your existence
about the deadest beat, mama a child could never have a c-ke
using alcoholic, you foul with no cl-ss
sitting, waiting on the checks the arrive that you cash
don’t even spend it on my son then wanna turn around and ask me for more money
trying to get more from me, b-tch i got 7 seven mouths to feed
you think that you the only person with a kid
trying to pay the bills, how about getting off your lazy -ss
to work at a job it’s been years
you think that just because you provide a place to live
that’s raising them? nah that’s just rumor in your crib
your ol mama said i need to come and grab it quick
that’s a shame when the grandma saying you wanna fick

[verse 2:]
i signed an honor roll student, football star
exercising it’s use, gotta sit around listen to all your verbal abuse
because your life ain’t sh-t so when you get hurt from the truth
go and take it out on him ’cause life ain’t working for you
he looking for a job and i’m bout to buy him a car
you ain’t never had a job and you live at the local bar
sleeping with everybody and being the hoe you are
when he graduated he coming straight to me and his step mama
smack in the face saying you mad ’cause
i make payments out to his grandma
’cause she got my son back faded
while you got the courts up in our business about a back payment
b-tch i ain’t no eminem so why you trying to act shady

[verse 3:]
another unworthy candidate i never should’ve hit plus
a m-ss aching freak i need to cover my d-ck up
ain’t gotta, don’t gotta, can’t keep a job
but you want up the child support and get it modified
paying every month and piano lessons too
what i do for my 7 kids most n-gg-s wouldn’t even do
for one why you talking, you think because i’m tuned
and i got money out the cooling b-tch, you better to walking
it’s about the q tip that we spend when it over
nothing about you and me but you bending me over
trying to f-ck with no grease i be fuse to be over
don’t except nothing else that’s what i told her so

- feat bishop don dotta kutt calhoun lyrics

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