Testo 4th Baby Mama - Summer Walker
Testo della canzone 4th Baby Mama (Summer Walker), tratta dall'album Still Over It (Lyric Video Version)
Tell me why did you do this to me?
After we made plans for a family?
A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker
And I won't let you back in my life, so I'm takin'
I wanna start with yo' mama, she should've whooped yo' ass
Know you ain't shit, but she don't care 'cause you lit
Paying for trips, cars, bags (bags), and bought the crib (crib)
But she ain't never call you out
'Cause she like the way that she live
But that some foul shit, she wasn't ever around when
You ain't had no money (money)
That's why I find it funny (funny)
I guess that guilt hit hard, being goin' on for so long
That's why she makes excuses for all your wrongs
Now what's the point in keep on having kids?
If she just gon' be raising them, that's just pure laziness
I don't get it, is you tryna keep up with Thug? Is you racing him?
Crazy how you really think that shit's cute, be embracing it, oh
It really don't get no worse than you
'Cause you ain't even got the nerve to stand up on yo' word
Oh, no, no, no, uh
Oh no, no, no, huh?
What was you telling them?
What was you telling me?
What was you telling them?
And what was you telling me?
Why would you do all that?
Just to be selling dreams
Ain't even pulling through
You just be talking
Damn, I ain't know niggas be out here tryna trap bitches
Never took me nowhere lavish
'Til you seen Drake hop on the track with it
If you ask me you was acting, whole time just acting
You ain't give a fuck about me, you was just tryna cash in
Only buy me nice shit, big dates, just for Instagram flashing
Tryna get your likes up, know you a clout addict
Gotta let niggas know that you have it
Gotta let niggas know that you have it
Yeah, all you be doing is bragging
Telling people that I'm your queen
But all you mean is just of R&B
I know you ain't care 'cause you always gone
How could you make me spend my whole fucking pregnancy alone?
And where was you at?
'Cause you claim you at work
But them other niggas said they made the beats
So how that add up?
Probably was with your baby mamas one to three
You claim that you had a ring for me
You was probably out fucking hoes
What was you telling them?
What was you telling me?
What was you telling them?
And what was you telling me?
Why would you do all that?
Just to be selling dreams
Ain't even pulling through
You just be talking
Tell me why did you do this to me?
After we made plans for a family?
A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker
And I won't let you back in my life, so I'm takin'
Credits
Writer(s): Ernest E. Dixon, Roy Leaford Hamilton, Tyrrell E. Bing, Anthony Paul Jefferies, Summer Marjani Walker, Jerome Monroe
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