[Intro: Bun B, (Woman)]
(Hey you little sorry mother fucker you know I'm pregnant now)
Pregnant for who?
(You bitch, you trifling ho')
You ain't pregnant for me, I ain't make no motherfucking baby
(Sorry nickel and dime ass funky nigga)
I don't give a fuck, making babies for them niggas that make love, I fuck, I don't make no babies
(Bitch you don't know the meaning of fucking ho')
I must know the meaning of something, you come around her talking about you a baby for me, well I got something for your motherfucking ass, it ain't mine
(Yeah, you gone take care of your responsibilities trick)
Man, motherfuck me and them responsibilities, you better go to the welfare line with that bullshit
(Welfare? You got me fucked up)
Man, look here you better get out of my motherfucking face because I ain't claiming nan little motherfucking baby, so you can go on with that shit
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Now all you ho's listen up to what I'm saying
Regardless of the consequences Bun B ain't paying
You're laying in my bed and dead center's what I'm looking fo'
Let me get this nut and you can get your ass to booking ho'
Don't cook no breakfast and don't cook me no lunch
You ain't nothing but another little banana in the bunch
Catch the metro home or you can walk like a bum bitch
You ain't worth a John, break this rock and catch a crumb
Yeah I nutted in you bitch, you got a problem with it?
See I left some on the bed too, you can go and get it
This bitch is tryna game on a trill ain't it funny
You know them trill ass niggas ain't bout giving up no money
I see you starting to get a little belly on you bitch
You two months swolle with that old seven month bitch
I hope your nigga ready for the bills he bout to get
Best not send no papers my way ho' cuz I ain't paying shit
If anybody ask me bitch, I ain't even done it
Rather feed a feign a crumb and punch yo ass in the stomach
Cuz from my point of view get your ass out my face
Next time around tryna catch a fucking rape case
Cuz if it's mine or not, you can raise up off my dick
Better sign up for some food stamps, welfare or the WIG
Cuz child support I can do without
Here's a fork and butter knife, cut it up and shit it out
The motherfucker ain't mine
(Hey you little sorry mother fucker you know I'm pregnant now)
Pregnant for who?
(You bitch, you trifling ho')
You ain't pregnant for me, I ain't make no motherfucking baby
(Sorry nickel and dime ass funky nigga)
I don't give a fuck, making babies for them niggas that make love, I fuck, I don't make no babies
(Bitch you don't know the meaning of fucking ho')
I must know the meaning of something, you come around her talking about you a baby for me, well I got something for your motherfucking ass, it ain't mine
(Yeah, you gone take care of your responsibilities trick)
Man, motherfuck me and them responsibilities, you better go to the welfare line with that bullshit
(Welfare? You got me fucked up)
Man, look here you better get out of my motherfucking face because I ain't claiming nan little motherfucking baby, so you can go on with that shit
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Now all you ho's listen up to what I'm saying
Regardless of the consequences Bun B ain't paying
You're laying in my bed and dead center's what I'm looking fo'
Let me get this nut and you can get your ass to booking ho'
Don't cook no breakfast and don't cook me no lunch
You ain't nothing but another little banana in the bunch
Catch the metro home or you can walk like a bum bitch
You ain't worth a John, break this rock and catch a crumb
Yeah I nutted in you bitch, you got a problem with it?
See I left some on the bed too, you can go and get it
This bitch is tryna game on a trill ain't it funny
You know them trill ass niggas ain't bout giving up no money
I see you starting to get a little belly on you bitch
You two months swolle with that old seven month bitch
I hope your nigga ready for the bills he bout to get
Best not send no papers my way ho' cuz I ain't paying shit
If anybody ask me bitch, I ain't even done it
Rather feed a feign a crumb and punch yo ass in the stomach
Cuz from my point of view get your ass out my face
Next time around tryna catch a fucking rape case
Cuz if it's mine or not, you can raise up off my dick
Better sign up for some food stamps, welfare or the WIG
Cuz child support I can do without
Here's a fork and butter knife, cut it up and shit it out
The motherfucker ain't mine
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