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Twenty-nine, damn she fine, wine Got the bong, eat the brie, press rewind, I'm right behind Jameson, ginger ale, straight to the face, want a taste All it take is a couple bands, I'm just sayin', hit the D Ya, papa knows she the champ, heavyweight from the waist below Stripper club, she the star of the fuckin' show Watch her go, but don't you do nothin' but watch 'Cause she got Bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids She got bad-ass kids, them some bad-ass kids She got bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids (ay, ay, ay) I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is Anywhere you wanna go she done been before Heavens doors, way below, down to the floor Betsy [?] put her on the bill And I bet she kill, make the deal She won't break her word, no, she never will Anything for the dollar bill, for the dollar bill Anything for the dollar bill, for the dollar bill Gotta buy a little teeny [?] he meet on the road Letras de cancionesSo if you want, I know that lil mama will Just to feed them Bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids She got bad-ass kids, them some bad-ass kids She got bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids (ay, ay, ay) I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is I know who your baby mama really is From Letras Mania