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letra de baby mama drama / it's alright (bonus hymn) - dave hollister

[verse 1:]
what the f-ck is goin’ on
you got 5-0 knockin on my door 6 in the mornin’
i think i better let it go
i told you once before that we ain’t f-cking no more
i reminice on how i used to trip
spent all my money for that roly on your wrist
now it’s not the same cause you caught up in the game
it’s funny how the money changes things

girl you’ve got me up in court now
tryina get all of my doe
better flip what you’ve been gettin’
cause you ain’t gonna get no more

[chorus: x2]
i got the baby mama drama
enough to wanna make you scream and holla
she’s tryna stick me for my dollars
ain’t nothing bu the baby mama drama
{baby mama drama}

[verse 2:]
that’s it i’m sick of your sh-t
i’m bout to bring it to ya
got to handle it
i’m bout to flip
but i don’t wanna lose my cool
believe me
you don’t wanna see me break rules
straight wild out
b-tch you don’t know what i’m about
so go get your peoples
i’ll straight run up in his mouth
see back on blackstreet sh-t was sweet
but now i’m solo you want mo’ doe
tryna try me and your trick too

girl you’ve got me up in court now
tryna get all of my doe
took out the window in my benzo
and i just can’t take it no more

[chorus x4]

slow rap
why you won’t let me live
(oh god)
tryaa keep me from my own kids
(ain’t n-body tryna keep you from youe d-mn kids)
sick of your -ss faking jacks
(whatever n-gg-)
that’s why i had to take the benz back
(n-gg- that peace of sh-t)
you got my -ss up in court
(you d-mn right)
guess you forgot about all that other sh-t i bought
(what sh-t)
did you forget about that sh-t you kept
(yeah right)
that’s ok i’ll take it of your next months check
(what!)
yeah i got drama
(what drama)
dr…

argument
d-mn right drama
(drama!? motherf-cker let me tell you something about drama)
what who the f-ck you talkin’ to
(hope your -ss do blow up and go platinum)
d-mn right i’m a blow up
(cause when you go platinum i go platinum)
yeah right, b-tch you crazy
(whe you get paid i get paid)
that’s my sh-t what the f-ck is you talkin’ about
(i put in time, now it’s time for me to get mine)
yours? what’s yours n-gg-?
(sh-t i ain’t playin)
what’s your’s
(you think i’m playin’)
(n-gg- i gets mean when you mess with my green)
n-gg- this ain’t no motherf-cking movie what the f-ck is wrong with you
(what you say?)
you heard what the f-ck i said!
(come over here you think you sh-t’s sweet)
b-tch!
(thinkin you look good)
n-gg- i look good
(you might look good now, but i told leroy about you
he looking for you -ss)
leroy!? leroy can {kissing sound} my -ss aight
(n-gg- what you need to d

- dave hollister

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