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DMX - Baby Motha lyrics
[Reporter] Rapper and actor DMX along with wife pregnant wife Tashera Showed up at the federal court in Queens Wednesday To accept a plea agreement Inside the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face As well as the fans caught off guard By this star's appearances [Chorus: DMX] My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door Got me like "I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more" Don't even like so I can't fuck with her Thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her, nah (Repeat) [DMX] My baby's motha be buggin, she wanna blast stick bitches One of them talk shit, and then get they ass kicked bitches Once upon a story, yall niggas know the story And that everything is lovely when it's all about the glory But soon as shit hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man From the time I wake up and get dressed I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest It's oh-five, so I'm on some different shit cousin She ain't gon have me liftin through that riffin shit cousin I got moves to make and mad shit to do Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew It's like one and two that might get a nigga that big and happy And I know them bitches will fuck me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin at me You listenin thinkin that's a crazy brother But I'm gon have to be a father who ain't fuckin with his baby motha [Chorus: 2X] Bitches be callin the cops, thinkin they callin the shots Takin the dude with the bag, baby it's all in the pops And do yo thing, cause I'm doin mine boo A nigga just been chillin, I been just fine, and you? I kicked it with my honey and she put me on to something You gon think until you really see me gon, I'm frontin Maybe if you kept your friends of respectable distance Out of our business, I wouldn't have to come and visit I thought you knew, let the shit you like switchin clothes When them bitches through, ain't to co sure when they home But that ain't never stopped yo ass from passin on the Guess Askin for that Cougie sweater, patten up the breast Patten up the butt, but you think niggas is stupid Last week yo shit was like the dog, look at it now, too big I ain't gon blow yo shit no more, I shouldn't be even did that Cause you my baby motha, and I'ma always hit that [Hook: Janyce] (DMX) Give a hell what you say (You don't) I ain't never gon go away (You won't) I'ma stalk you till I find you (Been there) Turn around and be right behind you (Still there) Be in the bushes outside yo house Just waitin for you to come out Cause I'm a stupid bitch (I know) A real fuckin stupid bitch (I know) Ain't nothing but a stupid bitch [Chorus: 2X] [DMX] My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door Got me like "I ain't fuckin with this bitch no more" Give me a Puerto Rican honey that cook rice and beans And hair down to her ass, who looks nice in them jeans So I can be like "Damn, you looking good and I wanna fuck" But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got a duck Plus, you don't wanna be around and see what honey do And plenty comin through, she comin through with that twenty-two Trust me, you don't need that in your life Oh yall bitches already know, I got a wife You'se a stupid bitch, a real fuckin stupid bitch You ain't nothing but a stupid bitch. Bitch! [Bridge] [Chorus until fade] |
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