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Baby Momma

Yes I am a baby momma and damn proud of it. My baby's father is a piece of ish. If you can't help me raise our child, it's on you because you miss out. I won't cause you no drama, coming to your house breaking windows and stuff. I'm too much of a woman to start that kind a stuff. You come to my house 2 & 3 in the morning wanting to see your son, thinking you gonna get some butt. No, baby I don't think so. I won't let you treat me like some scrub. I am a baby momma hear me roar. I take care of mines on my own. I don't need nobody's help when it comes to me and my son. My baby's daddy don't want nothing to with his son until he wanna impress some gold digga. I ain't gonna let you use my son as no chick magnet It ain't gonna happen. When I was pregnant you was so happy. Then when our son was born you headed for the door. When you walked out on me, you walked out on your son. You run around telling people that he ain't your son, you ain't got no kids. Your momma say my son look just like your big head. She even took a DNA test to prove it, since you ain't believe me. When I got with you I was virgin & I finally let it go & gave it to you. Giving you me I recieved a gift, that gift is our son who you deny. You only seen him one time. If you don't wanna be there for him, I'll take both roles of being his mother & father. I can't promise I'll do a good job as being a good father but I'm a damn good mother! I'll be a better father than you'd ever be. I'm a baby momma & damn proud of it.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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