I'm sittin' here writin' a song about
Baby'z mothers who try to sue the daddies for child support
Even though daddy is takin' care of the baby
But the mother's just you know scandalous
Not just like this hey
F**k my baby'z mama the b***h got drama
F**k my baby'z mama 'coz she's the type o' b***h
That wanna see me broke broker than a joke
b***h stole my role
And every time I see the b***h she needs cash
She make me wanna slap her ass
Triflin' b***h always got me in a fit
The low life Compton shoppin' swap me trick
I wanna kill the ho then slam her in the trunk of my six fo'
'Coz yo that ho made my d**k grow
And now her lawyer's at every show
Waitin' for me to kick in my dough
But before I go I'm on death row
'Coz the b***h had too much drama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama the b***h got drama
And I'm not the one
I should just knock her punk ass out
While I'm in court payin' child support
But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel
And he's the type o' n***a that a nigga's gotta kill
Make me kick up a grip I don't like her
'Coz the b***h is buyin skirts instead of diapers
Beggin' so much to hold hands
It's startin to look like cuffs
I wish I never f**ked but now it's too late
How much you made 'Coz accordin' to your income
You might have to spend some time behind bars
Now ya find it hard
Never thought a b***h would pull a stunt like this
I can't do another day with Pamela
So I'm a pay ya Anna but I just like to say
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
I think of all the money that I spent on a lawyer
I used to be an employer
But now I'm just an employee filin' bankruptcy
But now the punk b***h can't touch me
Huh I only call her to check up on my daughter
So now she's got a restraining order
Put me to the curb and had the nerve to ask a bower or dime
b***h you must be outcha rabid ass mind
Huh love for start will take much you see the b***h broke me
So now I need a crutch
But you gotta understand a judge don't give a f**k
About a young n***a that's down on his luck
So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls
And give the b***h back her drawers
So if ya drivin' by and ya see her
Do me favor give the b***h the finger f**k her
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
F**k my baby'z mama
You b***h
Ha ha that's f**ked up go to hell
We dedicate this number to you ha ha
This one's for you this evening's news report
See ya 'round buddy boy
