OSCHINO

OSCHINO - Baby Moms lyrics

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Oschino my baby poppa and he don't be given me no money

And and all that I hear that

You no what I got to say about that shit

What you say

I told don't abortion automatic

But she went on her own everyway and still had it

Now she mad cause I don't have it

It was a boy should be bringing me joy but I can't stand it

She said it at his eyes they look like mine

I said so what four twenties look like fives

And they don't drive nothing alike get off my pipe

Me and that boy right dere don't look nothing alke

Whateva whateva take me to court but you and ya son will neva eva get in my porsche

You will neva enter my house or sit on my couch

More money more problems that's it's about

When I was broke you anit say it was mine you said it was rob's now you back saying it's mine

Make up ya mind bitch who is the dad, is it the boy with da benz or tha boy with da jag

If DNA was to prove he mine what would I say to tha boy now he almost five

Should I tell him bout his mom or just let ride? should I even help tha youngin survive?

Same girl said she don't need no help

Fuck me she gone raise him all by herself

Trust me she just mad cause I love my daughter and I anit have to go to court to be my daughter surpporter

I blame myself for being young and dumb I never knew she would use her son to get a sum

I was chasing a nutt, she was chasing a dollar, now being chased to court for me to prowler

Girls got game wanna keep it a scecret, ulterior motives and a nigga don't peep it, tell her you don't want it and

Tha bitches will keep it dats why you gotta watch who you sleep with, you see maury povich the bitches will lie

Say you tha pop when you not then tha bitches will cry

My mom warned me, O you betta watch dem ladies cause it's mommies babies, daddies maybe

And she don't love you she just love ya mercedes, these bitches all out for tha gravy

Tha moral of the story nigga watch where you nutt. cause dat one nutt can cost you a millions a bucks

So strap you condom, jimmie whateva you call it

Dey want something in dey stomach when dey think that you ballin so they can get that few thousand a month

So they can get that lil gucci guala stunt. dey anit worried bout tha baby at all

It chanel, louie, vicky wen dey go hit mall, but it's oschino baby so you ain't gettin a dime, I'd rather go to jail with mine.

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