Jazze Pha - That Drama (Baby's Momma) lyrics

(Short talking) Damn, Ay man, ain't that Chris baby momma over there? She lookin good (Hook - Jazze Pha) 2x I know that it's gonna be drama But I got a thang for ya baby momma It don't stop, it won't stop It goes on and on and on (Got my eye on ya b**h and ya baby momma) (Polo) I ran into this girl I used to see in Eastwick She wasn't all that fine, but now she lookin thick I was feeling kinda hungry so she took me out to mix She wore some Calvin Klein's that was showin off them hips And sh**, that a** was a eye catcher And I stress ya, if she let 'cha, you bet ya X-redbone fetcher She a go get it girl Drank Hen and don't hurl Was priceless like a pearl Stayed wet a ???? Got caught up in ???? and came and scooped me from the ???? Took me out to where she at, just like that Late night she called me up so she could get on her job Work hard overtime, and I don't pay her a dime Playa keep her mind, her body already mine And we will meet you at the finish line I'ma tell her that I know it's gonna be some drama You cuffin her like an anaconda But I still got a thang for your baby momma (Hook) (Short) I got my eye on ya b**h and ya baby momma Save the drama, cause I really don't want it I was mindin my business, all alone Drivin down the street, makin calls on the phone I'm a player, even in your town Your baby momma's kinda cute, roll ya window down She asked me 'what you gettin in to tonight?' I said 'you baby, I hope it ain't too tight' She laughed and then I told her, holla at me later Here's the number to my pager, two fingers like a player Rolled out, and when she hit me on the beep I found out your baby momma's a freak I know ya turned her out when she was young Got her doing thangs wit her tounge I'm havin hella fun Stop puttin in work like a fool Lost a good women to a real player, you know the rules (Jazze Pha) Now I done seen this whole thang for what it's 'sposed to be Cause she wanna love me down and got you mad at me She does things for free she's never done to you She asked me, so what the f** I'm 'sposed to do? (Hook) (Cartel) Suzanna, this hoe from Alabama she was country It don't matter, boy I will still splack her cause she ??? me (Exhale), but she want me, (oh well), I'm macaroni Tony, when it come to these girls I got that game for sell, that be them lames ya tell That buy ya Chenelle, and ice for ya dyke friends I'm in your ear like Tyson ?????, just cripplin, your thoughts of goin home You called yo man up on the phone and said ('I'll be there later on') sh** it's on to the crib, we did them thangs you do to make kids Come to find out, you fool wit, ah sh** How you know Chris? (oh, that's just my baby daddy) Hell nah, oh y'all got babies? (yeah boy, we got a cute lil' family) Damn, that's steady, tell Chris I'm sorry but I ain't scared off And if he really wanna trip I got this infrared boy Girl what we did was dead wrong, so when you and shorty talk Tell him boy you let me hit it, so I hit it and it ain't my fault (Jazze Pha) Don't you be hoe trustin, don't let it get to you Because I just come out bustin, they comin after you Now don't you be hoe trustin, don't let it get to you Because I just come out bustin, they comin after you (Hook) (Short talking) I don't give a f** n***a baby momma got some good a** p**y Mad as f** if he knew Short Dog hit it Biiiiiitch! (Got my eye on ya b**h and ya baby momma)