Baby Momma (Explicit) - YG

Lyrics by：Keenon Jackson/Catelyn Sparks/Randy Holmes/Larry James Sanders

Composed by：Keenon Jackson/Catelyn Sparks/Randy Holmes/Larry James Sanders

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

Always got somethin' to say every time she don't get away

Your whole life I done payed with me you had better days

All them bags I brought you it's a shame

How the **** you find time to still complain

Questionin' why I'm comin' home late ***** I put all the food on the plate

Yeah she stay ********

I'm like Shut the **** up and clean the kitchen

Love her from a distance

We talk crazy to each other that's part of our religion

Tellin' your friends my business you hella chatty

You let my daughter leave with her head nappy

I still do everythin' to make you happy

You talk down on baby daddy

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

Always poppin' up with new friends

That's the type of **** I ain't in

Tellin' me how to spend my Ms

But you tellin' me you want the new Benz

If I call you out your name that's a sin

If you touch me ***** that's where it end

I'm tellin' you we need a cleanse

I'm tellin' you but you don't comprehend

No good burnt out from the hood

Moved you to the valley like a real ***** should

My kids good how they live good

They don't eat pork no pig good

You supposed to be a ***** ribs can't no other ***** call dibs

If I'm payin' for the crib don't have another ***** 'round my kids

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

I hate my baby mama I hate my

I hate my baby mama

A-Always got somethin' to say

A-Always got somethin' to say

W-W-W-W-Whitney done had better days

W-W-W-W-Whitney done had better days

Q-Q-Que-Questionin' why I'm comin' home late

Q-Q-Que-Questionin' why I'm comin' home late

***** I ***** I put all the food on the plate

***** I ***** I put all the food on the plate

I hate my baby mama