If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right
Though son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
Just kiddin, gonna be a one man girl, spend a lotta me wearin
Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And givin credit where it's due, while rap achievin let it
Wit the kin in it, we should thank Lord as we enter a new beginning
Cute as a bunny, he tell bout the time he pickin cotton
Rip these ribbons around, protectin, this ain't a kid I've kept in
It's kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasin
So it ain't forgottin, hope I don't spoil a nigga rotten
Best to care, best about what money can buy, is what I be wearin
It's that time tellin friends, congratulate's yellin
And 'dada' better be the first words too
Not a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho
Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy
Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, I could string
Goin into labor date, 18 of August
Yours sons about, and since I didn't, this being the first
So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal
Want a few, I wrote, some ask my cheatin do I know
Gotta be careful, be told, commercial ever seen it
So on the nerdin birds, heard the second to third
Seen as a mother livin on soil, it's best to have someone to spoil
As for bills forget it, 'cause the way I rap, don't even sweat it
And scream a dog or scheme for more drugs
So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga
So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy
Ya knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowin
Also, don't discriminate white, he be quite bright, taught he might
That they destroy, annoy, don't mean a moms in middle of fifth and joy
So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy
And further taught him birds and bees
Though I definetly fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean it
Line of cuties, though cling, don't wanna mess up a good thing
At 3 01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
And like I said, any toy, I'm tryin ya that, Ms. A'Doy
Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done wit the boys game
You know how it is, when guys are big, girls seem to hog
Crying
Crying
Long as holdin star, holdin, 'cause yo be loadin trips and sowin
Gotta be six or premature, but thanks to God, he's doin well
How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga
Why though when me and my husband, don't fuss, agree
And it's a boy
You know I had to write a rap about the incident
And the rose is for the squeeze, I would of sent it for no women
Toy playin, Ricky Jr. being one of the joys name
Don't raise ya kindergarten probably be another major step in
Sneazin, now what do I do when he cry for no reason
And it's a boy
