Don't call my crib, looking for your baby's daddy, I don't want him, or you callin' me lady! I'm not trying to take your man, or break a happy home, but damn, tell your baby's daddy, to leave me alone! He keep sweatin' me, askin' for a play, I keep tellin' his ass, to go away! He say he ain't with you, but I'm quick to dismiss, I wouldn't want a man, who would diss, the mother of child, so excuse me Miss. . . Don't get mad at me, ringing my phone off the hook, find yourself a new man, or read a book. Cause he don't want you, and he can't have me, you need to find someone, who will make you happy. He's triffling, pathetic, and he can't keep a job, he drinks and he stinks, oooh he's a slob. he thinks he's a player, damn, and he's broke, he can't even think, cause all of that ghanja he smokes. Why is your standards, so freakin' low? I can't leave my purse around him, cause he's so shady, oh! I can't stand, these damn baby's daddies! Sista, we are sistas, so take my advice, find yourself a man, who will treat you "real" nice. THe next time he begs, Your baby's daddy will soon see, damn he's too fuckin' ugly for me!
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to all the men who refuse to marry the mothers of their children. To those "baby's daddies" who is still looking for Mrs. Right. . . I hope you don't find her!
Birth sign: Libra
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