verse 1
Em
Twenty-nine, damn she fine, wine
G A Em
Got the bong, eat the brie, press rewind, I'm right behind
Em G
Jameson, ginger ale, straight to the face, want a taste
Em
All it take is a couple bands, I'm just sayin', hit the D
G Em
Ya, papa knows she the champ, heavyweight from the waist below
G
Stripper club, she the star of the fuckin' show
F Em
Watch her go, but don't you do nothin' but watch
'Cause she got
Chorus
Em G
Bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids
Em
She got bad-ass kids, them some bad-ass kids
Em G
She got bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids (ay, ay, ay)
Em
I know who your baby mama really is
Em G
I know who your baby mama really is
Em G
I know who your baby mama really is
Em G
I know who your baby mama really is
Em G
I know who your baby mama really is
verse 2
Em G
Anywhere you wanna go she done been before
Em
Heavens doors, way below, down to the floor
Em G
Betsy put her on the bill
Em
And I bet she kill, make the deal
Em
She won't break her word, no, she never will
C G
Anything for the dollar bill, for the dollar bill
Em
Anything for the dollar bill, for the dollar bill
Bm G
Gotta buy a little teeny he meet on the road
Bm
So if you want, I know that lil mama will
Just to feed them
Chorus
Am Em
Bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids
She got bad-ass kids, them some bad-ass kids
Em
She got bad-ass kids, she got bad-ass kids (ay, ay, ay)
I know who your baby mama really is
Em
I know who your baby mama really is
I know who your baby mama really is
Em
I know who your baby mama really is
I know who your baby mama really is