Baby Momma Makin’ Music lyrics
by Charles Hamilton
The Whisper God is going hoarse. So She's telling me to go on with so on and so forth. So strong is the songs that I go on with. I'm on now, you're on my sh*t. And some awesome sh*t, some sh*t that will leave n*ggas sh*t talking when they quote all the sh*t. Open off the hope. Hoping that all my sh*t is as awesome as this. Y'all n*ggas be talking sh*t. Charles is official when he be walking in cribs. Just ask the n*gga whose b*tch I f*cked when he ain't want to give me love. sh*t, what up? At the same time the different love is the distance of when we were best of friends. The weapon was then. And you can blast it at any minute. But I acknowledge the power of magic. Faggot
Probably because me and your mom was having sex
Kind of hard to condition myself to listen to myself when I wasn't listening well to n*ggas who was wishing me well with the sh*t they was giving me. Well, they could tell I wasn't a belle. And even though I would sit in a cell, wishing to dwell in the biggest living that n*ggas could be my fella in. It was irrelevant, I was a locked up elephant. Yeah, jail had me traumatized. I'm not surprised. But at the same time I wanted to commit homicide. And them n*ggas that would get homicide committed against them would be able to finish the sentence. Ridiculous is this? I know. My quotes are so official. Pardon me for f*cking up the pronunciation, but it ain't nuns I'm making love to
Probably because me and your mom was having sex
Your momma became my baby momma and I lay the lady with the honor of knowing that she may be behind my trip to the Bahamas, where I was in my mind trying not to trip from drama. Blinding her mind with the sh*t I'mma spit right now, which is my lifestyle. G-O-T-H. Please go, C-H, we know the way. E-V-O-L, all day. S-E-G-A, the hallway of my memory plays like Hennessy in my system. In the seat goes the toilet bowl, sh*tting on what I know. n*ggas know my sh*t is official. So when I give them a missle they give me a whistle, I glow. No pencil I hold, just the Backwoods. Y'all n*ggas know. Whoa
Probably because me and your mom was having sex