P-Pullz - Baby Muhvah lyrics
P-Pullz (ft. Jorrell Redsun) - “Baby Muhvah” [Produced by Stelf Index] [Verse 1: Jorrell Redsun] Love country, love city, ladies that's pretty Continuity with my promiscuity Promise to progress, 9th grade ‘til prom dress Arrest cardiac a heart felony. Jealousy Me and Kelly. The very thought made momma wanna say “You can't see your son/Sun,” like permanent eclipse Get a grip, quit the outbursts Seems like since you left, your a** got worse Reverse the situation. Don't seem fair, do it? I know you hate. Baby momma two, we been through it I love my biological. You can't stop me Fetus to autopsy [Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x2) My baby muhvah wanna fight my other baby muhvah Why can't they get along with one another? There's gonna be some sh** When they discover the third baby muhvah [Verse 2: Jorrell Redsun] Sixty-inch TV, Dolemite on DVD Sipping a C&C two-liter in a white BVD wife beater. Happy ever after ‘til Momma two comes through with the damn Flibber flabber. “What's this fragrance on your shirt?” “Why'd you come home later from damn work?” “What's up with those scratches on your back?” “Whose lipstick is this on your slacks?” Counterattack, “You look mighty good in them rollers Sexy a**, pa** your man another soda How you like the j**elry I stole ya? Hope you fold Your money in your pocket like I told ya.” My daughter Sat down on my lap for a nap. “I love You, boo. Coochie-coo.” The next thing Momma comes out, face full of Vaseline, screaming “Somebody's getting hurt this evening” [Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x2) My baby muhvah wanna fight my other baby muhvah Why can't they get along with one another? There's gonna be some sh** When they discover the third baby muhvah [Verse 3: Jorrell Redsun] I got a letter in the mailbox the other day I opened and read it. It said, “Court Subpoena Child support from Adina.” I take of mine Trust me. Must be ‘cause my new thing Revenge on my pocket—she wanna sock it to me Court case for co*k-blocking. Stop watching through my window Lying to the judge, “He sells d**, smokes endo Slaps my face and hits my stomach with an elbow” Judge ain't buying the game—he went through the same thing Settlement: forty a month. You dumb dame Leaving the court, all three baby mommas On the steps, face-to-face drama They wanna brawl, but I hate bruised cake Jumped between ‘em. “All calm down, for Pete's sake Stop in the name of me. The new plan is to be n***a Brady-style: one happy family” [Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x2) My baby muhvah wanna fight my other baby muhvah Why can't they get along with one another? There's gonna be some sh** When they discover the third baby muhvah