"Baby Mother" as written by Inga D. Marchand and F. Tyrone....
Phone rings.

Hello?

Phone goes dead.
Phone rings again.

Hello?
Bitch
Ey yo, who is this?
Yo, this is fuckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone
What?
Bitch, you heard me, this is fuckin' Baby Mother!
Y'all groupies, what do y'all do? y'all just get together and plot shit
like this at 4:00am in the morning?
Yo, you fuck on it 'cause your a fuckin' rapper, bitch, put my fuckin' Baby
Father on the phone!
Look, its 4:00am in the morning, why don't you just go wash your butt or
something
What?! bitch wait'll I see you crawl up yo bitch ass, I'ma whoop dat ass,
you mink wearin' bitch, so what you'd rather see a 600 when you know I'll take
up all yo ice!
You sound like a lil' ass girl. Look bitch, we don't know your bum ass
and a nigga ain't claiming nothin' that i have. nice try, bitch.
Hangs up.


Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings

"Baby Mother" as written by Inga D. Marchand F. Tyrone

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

Baby Mother song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain