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lirik lagu babytron & rio da yung og - ex 2 (bm)

[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

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