Ross’ Lyrics
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Baby mamas I hate ’em, they just want you to pay ’em
I’m in love with my babies, maybe mad that I’m famous
Don’t be raisin’ your voice that’s another retainer
Know you missin’ a ni**a, know you missin’ that anal
Know you missin’ that Prada, how we did the regatta
She miss callin’ me daddy, daddy drippin’ in dollars
Daddy did it in Vegas, yeah I gotta connect
I get ’em ten a piece as long as I keep it correct
Vacation to Haiti, it nearly broke my heart
Seein’ kids starve I thought about my Audemar
Sellin’ dope ain’t right, I put it on my life
Chickens put me in position to donate the rice
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