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What the fuck is this? Child support papers? What?
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Chorus:
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You didn't have to file on me, you turned my child on me.
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Why you had to file on me? You turned my child on me.
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Daz:
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As I lay myself to sleep at night,
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I pray the lord my soul to keep, so I can try to do right.
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There's no one else that I can turn to,
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I'm asking a favor, oh just once,
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Oh Jesus Christ, lord I'm asking you.
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Gave to this world a young baby, know one life is crazy,
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promise to live the righteous life of the path of my babies.
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Watch the clouds spread, and it shades my heart,
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My relationship fell apart.
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Don't know where it ended, sure can tell you just how it started,
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she filed child support, and it's really cold hearted.
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I've been taking care of you and your kid, all of my life,
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mad at me 'cause I wouldn't make you my wife.
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I've done a lot of crazy things in my days,
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killing to get that weapon named, robbing just to get paid.
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Now how much more can I bear, and I explode inside,
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still asking myself why...
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chorus
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"Lil" C-Style:
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I'm like "what, child support?",
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man, who ever thought I would get filed on.
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Uh, you know what I'm saying?
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Do gangsters get filed on child support? Hell yeah they do.
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I got filed on, I ain't the only one out the crew.
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Uh, child support, have I got something for 'em, uh?
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I, I, I, I walk by faith, and not by sight,
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living day by day, praying night after night.
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'Cause I'm seeing so much, so much lust lust lust,
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and every pretty girl I see, I wanna touch touch touch.
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You think I'm doing too much or what?
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I'm dating the preacher's daughter, and getting the toe up.
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And every time she drinks she gets drunk and throws up,
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if I'm on the spot, you know she's surfing on my (??).
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Look in her best, from the back bend over,
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now she's eight months, got me buying me baby clothes, and I stroll up.
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Writing her lawyer, talking 'bout how much I owe her,
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wrote him back, "I can't do a damn thing for ya".
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All I can do, is just take care of my daughter,
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thirty days later I got a court order.
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She filed on me, cold game, she filed on me, uh.
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chorus
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Daz:
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Now I'm sitting in court as she's trying to get everything,
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from my house and my cars to my gold rings.
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Trying to drain a brother just like dreino, you know the same old
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situation's occurred, got me sitting on the curbs,
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smoking a bomb joint, trying to pull my point.
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Every night I get the marihuana, thinking it would take away the pain,
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waking up the next morning, and thing are still the same.
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Big C-Style:
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I did so much, to get so little.
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Paid more than the court even asked of me.
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But loving no more, not even a parlay? And you want me to pay?
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It's not like it's for my baby, it's more like for you and your nigga.
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Why you have to lie on me, and turn my child on me.
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chorus (3 times)
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Baby Mama Drama
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| Daz Dillinger |
