Jaye Dolla - Baby Mama

Bitch you stole my heart
Snatched it and took off and ran
I fucked you better
Than that other nigga wit you layin'
Can't compete wit me, I'm Gangsta
Bitch, you understand?
Beefin' wit you over my daughter
Ain't part of da plan
Bitch you stole my heart
Snatched it and took off and ran
I fucked you better
Than that other nigga wit you layin'
Can't compete wit me, I'm Gangsta
Bitch, you understand?
Beefin' wit you over my daughter
Ain't part of da plan
Bitch I got labels callin' my phone
I'm finna sign a deal
You on some scandalous, hoe-ish shit
Can't even keep yo chill
Moved to Atlanta, actin' boujee
Girl you stuck for real
I try my best to be there for her
But you playin' still
Feel my best when I'm at da stu
Or geeked up off a pill
Bitch snuck me through
Her daddy house
I put dick her in grill
Yeah that pussy straight
But no, I will not pay yo bills
Can't even see my daughter
Yeah, it's messing wit my mental
I know I'm thuggin' on these beats
Fuckin' up instrumentals
Catch yo nigga slippin'
Drake hit him
That's detrimental
And I ain't going for no shorts
I'm sharper than a fuckin pencil
Remember you said you hate Lyric?
You was off dat liquor
Bitch
Bitch you stole my heart
Snatched it and took off and ran
I fucked you better
Than that other nigga wit you layin'
Can't compete wit me, I'm Gangsta
Bitch, you understand?
Beefin' wit you over my daughter
Ain't part of da plan
Bitch you stole my heart
Snatched it and took off and ran
I fucked you better
Than that other nigga wit you layin'
Can't compete wit me, I'm Gangsta
Bitch, you understand?
Beefin' wit you over my daughter
Ain't part of da plan
Can't let these bitches stress me out
So I smoke Willy Wonka
I roll dem Backwoods back-to-back
I'm higher than a Tonka
Don't want no pussy
Yo shit got miles on it, like a Honda
And money ain't no issue
Bitch I get that by da bundles
Flexin', finessin'
I'm a business man, I'm bout my commas
And tell that nigga who he fucking wit
I'm Jaye-Osama
I'm movin' on wit my life
Ain't got time for all that drama
This flight I'm on finna take off
So fuck my baby mama
Bitch you stole my heart
Snatched it and took off and ran
I fucked you better
Than that other nigga wit you layin'
Can't compete wit me, I'm Gangsta
Bitch, you understand?
Beefin' wit you over my daughter
Ain't part of da plan
Bitch you stole my heart
Snatched it and took off and ran
I fucked you better
Than that other nigga wit you layin'
Can't compete wit me, I'm Gangsta
Bitch, you understand?
Beefin' wit you over my daughter
Ain't part of da plan

Written by:
Jeremy Smith

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