Young M.A - BabyMama Trippin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young M.A - BabyMama Trippin (en) Lyrics
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I fuck with this engineer,
I ain't gon' lie
So what we doin'?
Damn
I can't be outside
I can't-
My baby mama, she trippin' again
I'm back on the road, I'm dippin'
again (Why the hell?)
Man, that shit is dead,
I'm livin' again
Seven figures, I'm winnin' again
And I'ma flip it and flip it again
Already did it, but did it again
Call on my niggas, they with it again
Stripper bitches, I'm tippin'
again (Tippin' her)
She got my heart, but I'm pimpin'
again (Pimpin' her)
I get what the brodie gon' get with
the friend (Get with her)
See a opp and we spinnin'
the whip (Spin, grr)
A situation we'll bring
to an end (Grr, bow)
R.I.P. my enemies (R.I.P)
I was a demon off this Hennessy
Gotta protect my energy
(Gotta protect that)
Bitch, my love ain't
complimentary (No)
My love ain't complimentary
I had to leave her alone
She was just jealous of me and my zone
Had to tell her I'm grown
Told her to set up and roll up a bone
I'd rather be on my own
I never put you inside of the dryer,
mama, why would you fold?
Like, why?
Let's just fuck and go get high
I'm stressed out, roll up the Za
Put my face inside of your thighs
I just want you to say that it's mines
I fuck that, we back outside
And the thots out, ouu (Grr)
All foreign cars when
we pop out (Skrrt)
Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit
'em with them Glocks out
Shoot up ya block, it ain't no
blackout, it's a blockout
Knock ya matta, better watch out
A hunnid guns, a hunnid clips,
got the guys out
Woo, woo, woo, woo, now the cops out
Ha, now the guys out
Never been a snitch or a cop out
R.I.P. my enemies
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