Frankie Da GameSpitta - Baby Momma Drama Queen (feat. Coleone)

I'm sick and tired of my baby momma drama queen
I'm through dealing you just tell me what my baby need
We don't have to be around to raise 'em well
I'm bout to pack my bags and leave before I go to jail

I'm sick and tired of my baby momma drama queen
I'm through dealing you just tell me what my baby need
We don't have to be around to raise 'em well
I'm bout to pack my bags and leave before I go to jail

Yeah!! He's not your typical role model but he strive to be a good father
See he smoke a lil weed and he drink 70 work hours in a week
Got his own crib and he single and got two kids by Deniece
She was known as the neighborhood freak
Chewing on beans all week hot meals in the morning for the kids dirty dishes in the sink
She the type to get it how she feel
Dancing in the club cause she gotta pay her bills
Baby daddy on some other shit where he live got bitches runnin in and out the crib
So she make his life hell
Can't even see the kids
Gotta give ha money
Hair and nails did kids looking bummy
Tears in his ears
Baby momma drama
If it wasn't a crime
He'll prolly gun'na
That's why he moved on
She's a fighta
Kids imitating just like ha
Round the world it's a dirty cycle
Ain't that a bitch
She just want to do you wrong
Past tense
That shit ain't gon' work if you ask me
And you wanna to see your kids every chance that you get and that silly ass wench
Kids they be cryin for they daddy
A woman know what ah make a man weak
Hear em cryin for they daddy
His temper rage
He ain't slept in a couple of days
And you wonder why they spaz out
Shit that ain't cool
Why you wanna tell yo kids that they daddy ain't shit when it's you
We gon cut that short
If you really wanna see yo kids that bad take that bitch to court

GameSpitta!!!

I'm sick and tired of my baby momma drama queen
I'm through dealing you just tell me what my baby need
We don't have to be around to raise 'em well
I'm bout to pack my bags and leave before I go to jail

I'm sick and tired of my baby momma drama queen
I'm through dealing you just tell me what my baby need
We don't have to be around to raise 'em well
I'm bout to pack my bags and leave before I go to jail

I was trying to provide
Be the man in your life
You can always depend on the love and treat you right
But somehow you got shady after we had the baby
Now I don't know what to do
Girl I'm so disgust with you
All we do is fight
Arguing every night
In front of the kids
Knowin' that shit ain't right
I'm just tryin to let you know
My bags packed I'm out the doe
I can't take this anymore
I think it's best to let it go

Baby Momma!!!

I'm sick and tired of my baby momma drama queen
I'm through dealing you just tell me what my baby need
We don't have to be around to raise 'em well
I'm bout to pack my bags and leave before I go to jail.

I'm sick and tired of my baby momma drama queen
I'm through dealing you just tell me what my baby need
We don't have to be around to raise 'em well
I'm bout to pack my bags and leave before I go to jail

Written by:
Frankie Archie II

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