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ydk jay - baby mama lyrics

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ayyye

godd+mn

yeah

i’m chillin’

i’m chillin’ i’m chillin’ i’m chillin’

what you say bruh these n+ggas know not play with this sh+t (go)

ok 1 2 give her 3 maybe even 4. i just f+ck her till her toes lock and then she gotta go
i couldn’t even wife the b+tch that lil hoe just do the most, i ain’t even know the b+tch i just knew she was a hoe
see i ain’t even wanna take the n+gga hoe but he was childish she just like me cause i’m gangster all i do is move in silence. beat her back into thе walls i just let the p+ssy leakin’ should’vе known she was a hoe when you found out the b+tch was cheatin’
b+tch i’m really on my k!lling sh+t really drilling sh+t i call jay3 he down to slide we gone take that n+gga b+tch. i put diamonds on her necks but she can never get a birkin, put the d+ck between her legs don’t give a f+ck if she was hurtin’
b+tch i make money, get cheddar, don’t sell drugs we smoke dope. that b+tch made cause i cut her off don’t f+ck with her she do the most. i’m young as f+ck but my mind grown, make a bankroll off a flip phone. rock designer clothes leave em mitch match but i’m done talkin’ where that b+tch at? (mane f+ck that b+tch)

she don’t give no f+ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f+cking drama. that ratchet sh+t that acting sh+t i can’t even give you honor so b+tch it’s f+ck your honor (b+tch) go lie to your mama. she don’t give no f+ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f+cking drama. that ratchet sh+t that acting sh+t i can’t even give you honor so b+tch it’s f+ck your honor (b+tch) go lie to your mama

i don’t wanna talk if we ain’t talkin’ bout no millions b+tch, f+ck the hoe and kick her out next day she in her feelings b+tch. how the f+ck you gangster but you sweeter than a cookie he was crying bout a basic b+tch you know that n+gga p+ssy
b+tch i’m high as f+ck and i’m in the mix with your lil b+tch, again high as f+ck get him gone and knock his head off lil b+tch we get ya touch. i thought that he was bout it what the f+ck this n+gga hiding for? i should’ve known that n+gga was a scary b+tch
lights flashin’ leave em on grab the glock and get him gone and i ain’t never say that i was right but tell me how i’m wrong. you say that you was gangster but you crying for your mammy, i told the b+tch don’t call my phone but clearly she ain’t understand me. ok, she don’t give a f+ck she just wanna be my baby mama, i can’t even give you honor b+tch go lie to your mama. trappin’ and finessing tryna find which way to go. b+tch i’m really bout that action just incase you didn’t know, so
she don’t give no f+ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f+cking drama. that ratchet sh+t that acting sh+t i can’t even give you honor so b+tch it’s f+ck your honor (b+tch) go lie to your mama. she don’t give no f+ck she just wanna be my baby mama, little do she know that i ain’t with that f+cking drama. that ratchet sh+t that acting sh+t i can’t even give you honor so b+tch it’s f+ck your honor (b+tch) go lie to your mama

- ydk jay lyrics

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