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babytron & rio da yung og - ex 2 (bm) كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: babytron]
nyah
i couldn’t have picked no worser of a baby mama, ha_ha, uh
sh_ttyboyz, dog$hit militia, long live $cam
r.i.p. chris, you ain’t too— (ayy)
i hope my bm gets super glued to some train tracks
i hope a rapper flies her out of town in a plane crash
man, i hope she dies at birth, oops, i ain’t say that
i’ma pull up to her funeral just to hit the blade dance
i hope my bm know she been out tryna find no stepdaddy
i’ma pull a drummond in this house just like a pep rally
i hope she gets aids, herpes, and ebola
i hope she goes to a picnic and bugs fly all in her soda
my bm ain’t no better than these hoes, thеy slimier than cola
i hope she jumps onto thе couch with knives all under the sofa
i hope my bm opps get to drop and do that to her
i’m tryna find my bm’s cousin’s ‘gram, so i can do that to her
i hope she orders her a uber in the lyft crash
we ain’t worried ’bout her big brothers ’cause we whip asses
whoever on her ass, i hope you get your get_backs
don’t even need no money, i’ll tell you where the b_tch at
sh_t, i’m finna pay my hitman to wig splat her
i hope she walks around by herself and sees a kidnapper
i hope the b_tch ends up in a natural disaster
i hope she knows that my new b_tch naturals way badder
i hope she runs into a diamond tester wearin’ lab diamonds
i’d d_mn near shoot her crib every time i pass by it
i wish i wouldn’t have shot the club, but that sh_t backfired
if you tryna find out who my bm is, check rap finder
i hope it crawls from out the wall and a rat bites her
my bm ball once a year, that b_tch a tax_timer
i hope she wakes up in h_ll wearin’ some gas drawers
zero motion, i wish she stopped thinkin’ she was kash doll
i hope they put some fentanyl in her starbucks in chipotle
i hope they put ingredients to poison ivy in her olay
i hope she accidentally think her pepper spray’s some colgate
all them crazy_ass paragraphs, i just tell her, “okay”
i hope her hair vendor scams her
i hope that b_tch takes her helmet off on saturn
i hope she takes a bleach bath with a box of jellyfish
she get full custody, she on some not_ready sh_t
ya know? f_ck her whole entire family, f_ck that b_tch daddy
f_ck that b_tch granny, f_ck that b_tch auntie
i ain’t worried ’bout them long as my kid happy
i ain’t worried ’bout my bm long as my b_tch happy
i hope her tampon ends up bein’ a grenade
i hope that she don’t do the crime but ends up in the chains
huh, no fakin’
nah
i hope the day after that she gives birth, she ends up in a grave
nyah, ah_ah_ah_ah, ah_ah_ah_ah_ah, nyah_nyah
(f_ck my baby mama, f_ck my baby mama)
(f_ck my baby mama, f_ck my baby mama)
(f_ck my baby mama, f_ck my baby mama)
(i don’t really give a f_ck, you can f_ck my baby mama)
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
yeah_ha
ghetto boy sh_t, n_gga, ghetto, gaffle boy sh_t
i hate my baby mama, she don’t know i’m rich
i hope the b_tch fall down the steps when she get eight months pregnant
i hope the baby live but the b_tch die
when she die, i ain’t payin’ for the funeral, do a fish fry
b_tch, bye
i hate the way your p_ssy wet but the sh_t dry
i be havin’ fun laughin’, but i always make the b_tch cry
i hope she bump into a ufc fighter and have a fistfight
i hate the b_tch so much, i don’t even know her wrist size
i think the b_tch doin’ cocaine, why she got big eyes?
if you hate your baby mama, hold your hand up
twenty racks on me, all dubs hold my pants up
i’ll paralyze the b_tch, make her stand up
i’ll kidnap the b_tch and make her snort a hunnid grams of
some fentanyl
i wouldn’t even help the b_tch if she was finna fall, alright
told my son, “step on the crack, break your mama back”
i’m the f_ckin’ president, i got obama racks
i made my first m and didn’t know how to act
i showed the b_tch a million dollars, but she got a rack
walked out the baby shower like, “b_tch, i got a rack”
lil’ bro, pop the b_tch for me and tell me where you shot her at
the b_tch know i’m rich, that is not cap
the b_tch shot my car up, but she got shot back
i can’t sleep around this b_tch, i think she got a strap
i really hate my baby mama, this is not a act
f_ck my baby mama, f_ck the baby drama
i hope she buy a zip from the weed man—
i hope she buy a zip from the weed man, he take a av out it
i hope walmart run out of baby bottles
i ain’t f_ck her, but i put somethin’ on her and made her holler
b_tch got some weak p_ssy, ain’t worth eighteen dollars
b_tch still ain’t leveled up, she in the same impala
let her wear burberry to the baby shower
and i came prada, i got two baby mamas
and i made ’em split the same dollar
for real, sh_t, i love my, uh
not the first one, the second baby mama
broke b_tch’s requested cash app for eighty dollars
i’m finna send it to her, then dispute the charges
i’m in a lamb’ truck, this b_tch ain’t got the newest chargers
she in the xtx, i’m in the sxt
snuck a b_tch a xanax and made her go to sleep
i got another ho pullin’ up for keeks to beat
f_ck my baby mama, f_ck my baby mama mama and her brother and his— baby mama
did another b_tch raw, i got another baby problem
this b_tch tried to put me on child support
i say i got it, she say i got it, but i don’t got it
told the judge that i’m broke as f_ck, i ain’t got no wallet
this b_tch salty, ain’t she?
like when my son was born, d_mn near fought the baby
that’s how much i hate her
i hope the b_tch f_ck so many n_ggas, p_ssy turned to a crater
yeah, i met the b_tch eight years ago, but i hated her as a sixth finger
i hit ten hoes raw that night, i can’t believe the b_tch made it
she a lucky b_tch, but, uh
i really hate the ho, but i love the b_tch
i hate when she call me by my government
[outro: rio da yung og]
uh, this b_tch really had to call the government
put the police in my motherf_ckin’ business

- babytron rio da yung og

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