YG – Baby Momma Lyrics

Baby Momma Lyrics by YG

I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma

Always got something to say
Every time she don’t get her way
Yo whole life I done paid
Wit me, you had better days
All them bags I brought you, it’s a shame
How the fuck you find time to still complain?
Questioning why I’m coming home late
Bitch, I put all the food on the plate
Yeah, she stay bitchin’
I’m like shut the fuck up and clean the kitchen
Lover her from a distance
We talk crazy to each other, it’s part of our religion
Tellin’ your friends my business, you hella chatty
You let my daughter leave with her hair nappy
I still do everything to make you happy
You talk down on baby daddy

I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma

Always poppin’ up with new friends
That’s the type of shit I ain’t in
Tellin’ me how to spend my M’s
But you tellin’ me you want the new Benz
If I call you out your name that’s a sin
If you touch me, bitch, that’s where it ends
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 n**** should
My kids good, how they live, good
They don’t eat pork, no pig, good
You supposed to be a n**** ribs
Can’t no other n**** call dibs
If I’m paying for the crib
Don’t have another n**** around my kids

I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma
(I hate my baby momma, I hate my)
I hate my baby momma

Always got something to say (Always got something to say)
Wit me, you had better days (Wit me, you had better days)
Questioning why I’m coming home late (Questioning why I’m coming home late)
Bitch, I put all the food on the plate (Bitch, I put all the food on the plate)

I hate my baby momma

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