Songtext Baby momma drama Joey Trap

Baby momma drama

Aight, aight
(Look) Look
Lamborghini not a rental‚ I'ma dip off
Do a hundred out my driveway‚ pissed off
Shawty kissin' on my tattoos‚ lip gloss
Good top, almost tour my damn dip off- haha
Good top, almost tour my damn dick off (My dot red‚ just like Clifford)
Aight, I can do that
(Look) Yeah, yeah
(Akachi on the beat‚ lil' bitch)

Lamborghini not a rental, I'ma dip off
Do a hundred out my driveway, pissed off
Shawty kissin' on my tattoos, lip gloss
Good top, almost tour my damn dick off
I said, "Why you so muh-fuckin' crazy, bitch?"
You only like me because I'm rich
You only like that my dick is big
Want me to nut just to have my kids
I can't give a bitch a ring like she [?]
Ironic, I'd probably be [?] if I had a comic
I'm buggin', your bitch I be tonguin'
Them bands I be thumbin'Them numbers I'm runnin', hold up
I only fuck cause she fat, huh
I needed head from the back, uh
Shootin' windows with my mac, uh
Pro tools I have strapped

I remember fightin' niggas super pissed off, uh
Jump a nigga, just like criss-cross, uh
Big dog, what you pissed for?
Big metal, stick a nigga like a pitchfork
Dippin' into the race, hoppin' out at your place
Put that dick in your face, now go open the safe
Beat his ass, like a [?]
Get that bag, then I race
Look, I can't let a nigga try to ever control me
I'ma blow her back out then I suck on her toes, B
[?]
White bitch with that powder, like that cardio protein

Look, I eat five star, uh, you three, two
I get one band, like [?]
It say Gucci on my sweater
I need freak bitch, ain't nothin' better
Cold, like my muh-fuckin' gang, look
We be really grippin' on them thangs, look
All my [?]
Baby momma callin', let it ring

Aight, sike, I'ma pick this shit up, hol' up, haha
Hello?
Yo, why the fuck you ain't been payin' no child support?
You actin' all like, "YRS, Young Rich Squad," can't even pay no child support, broke ass nigga
You ain't even, yo, honestly I'm fuckin' fed up with this shit, like
Yo, I ain't even nut in you, bitch

Look, uh, I ain't know I had a kid
I fucked that bitch, then I left, look
That bitch is, look, uh
I slap the muh-fuckin' tits off her
I fuck that bitch, then I dip off, look
All of my niggas, we crazy, uh
I swear, I'm a 90' baby

Don't check the price, I just purchase, uh
They wanna cross me, like churches, uh
These niggas chicken, like Church's, uh
Two straps on my belt, like a [?], uh
These niggas be talkin' a lot, [?]
Sea sick on my neck I rock, lookin' like a flash light
We play with the lead a lot, I don't mean no graphite
Look, she suck me, she have no lips, uh
I heard that bitch has four kids, uh
I cannot go find my dick
I think I lost it in her ribs, uh
That bitch is paraplegic, uh
I give her meat, she a vegan, uh
I told that bitch she gon' eat it, uh
Even if it make her sea sick, uh
She gon' throw up on me, I like it
Niggas say they got white, I'm Michael
Jackson's on me, though I [?] recycle
I sip on codeine, don't chase it with Sprite though, uh
Think I'm addicted to meth, uh
Smell chemicals on my breath, uh
[?] make it dead
You need to go get your bread

Uh, yeah, you know Joey's got them bands
Feel like I'm fuckin' Metallica
I fuck that bitch in the Acura
It's like I'm never in the fuckin' Honda, uh
Life is such a bitch and so is karma, uh
Slappin' on these niggas
I'm a motherfuckin' street fighter

Uh, look, uh-uh, huh, Hadouken!
Uh, I fuck that bitch and I'm shootin', uh
Told her, "Hop in or you losin'"
Perfect
I really don't have a kid, by the way