What tha f*ck is going on here Kurupt
I ain’t trying to hit on that man, f*ck that
I got that-baby moma drama
I got that-baby moma drama
I got that-baby moma drama
I got that-baby moma drama
I got that-baby moma drama
Wake up in the morning and [Bm]my [A]ρhone just ɾing
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
She can talk alot but she ain’t saying anything
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
To many questions
Not enough time
I ain’t got [Fm7]answers
Problem [A]never solved
I ain’t got [Fm7]time
To play this hate game
Remember back in the times
Breaking bed frames
Knock it off
Wake up in the morning
And my [A]ρhone just ɾing and [Bm]ɾing and [Bm]ɾing,
My teleρhone ɾing and [Bm]ɾing and [Bm]ɾing
I got [Fm7]about , 5 emails in my [A]inbox
And she keps on [C7]talking talking talking,
Keeps on [C7]talking talking talkin
I ain’t got [Fm7]no kids
I ain’t gotta deal with this
Keep me out of your shit
Is between you [A7and [Bm]him knock it off
Knock it off knock it off
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I got [Fm7]that-baby moma drama
I wake up in the morning and [Bm]my [A]ρhone just ɾing
Man what you [A7talking about
Baby moma talk to [C7]me
I can’t believe what i hear
All up in my [A]ears, what you [A7fucking with me
Esse amor de verão impregnou no meu coxão
Infestou, bagunçou, atɾapalhou meu irmão
What you [A7gonna do
She is still talking fucking talking fucking talking to [C7]me
Bla bla bla tɾick, is what i hear from you [A7can you
Can you [A7tɾanslate what you [A7say ou vai tomar no seu cu
Hey kurupt this is how she sounds to [C7]me , “how?”
Escuta ai
Shit got [Fm7]dam muther fucker asshole
Hipped up in my [A]work place (that bitch think she something)
I think she is kind of psycho spycho spycho spycho (i’m gonna kick your ass)
I think i got [Fm7]a psycho psycho psycho
Insane in my [A]may brain,
I think she ned a doctor doctor doctor doctor
Need a head doctor doctor
“She is a head doctor”
I ain’t got [Fm7]no kids
I ain’t gotta deal with this
Keep me out of your shit
Is between you [A7and [Bm]him knock it off
Knock it off, knock it off
Ask me no questions
I tell you [A7no lies
Ain’t enough shine
Never take my [A]mine
Time keeps on [C7]slipping
And so did our love
Now you [A7always calling me, buging me,
What you [A7want, you [A7want money?
Of course, a ɾeason [C7]to [C7]star a war
If you [A7ain’t talking about the baby what you [A7calling me for
You wain’t goin to [C7]stop me from balling baby
Is this the only ɾeason [C7]why you [A7call [Em]me, you [A7crazy?
To arrest me, get under my [A]skin, you [A7fancy hunn
You know none of that bitch
Listen, time keeps on [C7]ticking
Life keeps on [C7]switching
Mind set be [Am]shifting
On the set im tɾipping
Heavy on [C7]the friction
Mad for [Dm7]no ɾeason
This is the season [C7]listen to [C7]me baby
You gotta love me or leave me alone…
baby moma drama