I changed the words a bit
It's about time we had our own song
Don't know what took so long
Cause nowadays it's like a badge of honor
To be a baby mama
I see ya sittin' at home
countin' your food stamps
I see ya workin' the system
And girl I know it's hard
And even though ya fed up
And givin' school up
Girl, keep ya head up
All my
chorus
I see you get that support check in the mail
You open it and you're like, "What the Hell?"
You say, "I got to have me another child"
Sayin' to yourself, "More welfare papers to be filed"
And all my girls who don't get no help
Who gotta do everything by yourself
Remember, keep your legs closed
My baby mama
Nice job!
One thing that turned me off about Fantasia was when she always showed off her BC Patch on her hip.
I guess she was smart enough to us BC. There must be a lot of blind guys down in her home town.
Net, I'm stunned at your song writing talent. That is pretty good! Can you sing too?
You can be the FR Idol if so. Just DON'T act ugly! :-)
Ha!
Those lyrics need an overhaul. Who's getting support checks in the mail? The deadbeat dad has a prison checking account? We're also assuming a DNA test has been done to prove paternity.
ROFLMAO!!!! Brilliant!
I like your version better. It's got a good beat and it's easy to dance to. I give it a 93....