Baby Mama Trippin Lyrics – Young M.A

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So what we doing?
I f**k with this engineer now
Ooouuuu
I came outside
I came out

My baby mama, she trippin again
I’m back on the road, I’m dipping again
And that s*it is dead, I’m living again
Seven figures I’m winning again

And I’ma flip it and flip it again

Already did it, but did it again
Call my n!ggas, they with it again
Stripper b!tches, I’m tipping again (Tipping her)

She got my heart, but I’m pipping again
Pipping hard
I get what a broddie gonna get with a friend
See a op and we spinning the whip
A situation will bring to an end

R.i.p. my enemies
I was a demon off this hennessy
Got to protect my energy
B!tch, my love ain’t complimentary

My love ain’t complimentary
Huh?
My love ain’t complimentary

Hey, I didn’t leave her alone
She was just jealous of me in my zone
Had to tell her I’m grown
Told her to set up and roll up a bone
I’d rather be on my own
I never put you inside of the dryer, mama

Why would you fold?
Like, why?

Let’s just f**king go get high
I’m stressed out, roll up the zaaa
Put my face inside of your thighs

I just want you to understand that it’s mine
I f**k that, we back outside
And the thots out
Ooouuu

All foreign cars when we pop out (Skerrr)
Hit a, hit a, hit a, hit a with them glocks out
Shoot up ya block, it ain’t no black out
It’s a blockout
Your matta better watch out

100 guns, 100 clips, got the guys out
Woo, woo, woo, woo, now the cops out
Now the guy’s out
Ah, ha
Skrrr
Never been a snitch or a cop out

R.i.p. my enemies
I was a demon off this hennessy
Got to protect my energy
B!tch, my love ain’t complimentary
My love ain’t complimentary
Huh?
Huh?
My love ain’t complimentary