Babymomma Drama
Babymamma drama, life ain't easy
I know my daddy love me,
but it's hidden behind him being sleazy.
Towards my mamma, she trying her best,
but JD just keep testing her,
and she ain't passing the test.
I thank God, for what I have,
but I feel like my blessings are being cut in half.
With all the nos and all the excuses
my heart is left with nothing but bruises.
As I grow I know it's life, but this all could've been avoided
if he just made her his wife.
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