Baby Muhvah
P-Pullz (ft. Jorrell Redsun) - “Baby Muhvah”
[Produced by Stelf Index]

[Verse 1: Jorrell Redsun]
Love country, love city, ladies that’s pretty
Continuity with my promiscuity
Promise to progress, 9th grade ‘til prom dress
Arrest cardiac a heart felony.  Jealousy
Me and Kelly.  The very thought made momma wanna say
“You can’t see your son/Sun,” like permanent eclipse
Get a grip, quit the outbursts
Seems like since you left, your ass got worse
Reverse the situation.  Don’t seem fair, do it?
I know you hate.  Baby momma two, we been through it
I love my biological.  You can’t stop me
Fetus to autopsy

[Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x2)
My baby muhvah wanna fight my other baby muhvah
Why can’t they get along with one another?
There’s gonna be some shit
When they discover the third baby muhvah
[Verse 2: Jorrell Redsun]
Sixty-inch TV, Dolemite on DVD
Sipping a C&C two-liter in a white
BVD wife beater.  Happy ever after ‘til
Momma two comes through with the damn
Flibber flabber.  “What’s this fragrance on your shirt?”
“Why’d you come home later from damn work?”
“What’s up with those scratches on your back?”
“Whose lipstick is this on your slacks?”
Counterattack, “You look mighty good in them rollers
Sexy ass, pass your man another soda
How you like the jewelry I stole ya?  Hope you fold
Your money in your pocket like I told ya.”  My daughter
Sat down on my lap for a nap.  “I love
You, boo.  Coochie-coo.”  The next thing
Momma comes out, face full of Vaseline, screaming
“Somebody’s getting hurt this evening”

[Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x2)
My baby muhvah wanna fight my other baby muhvah
Why can’t they get along with one another?
There’s gonna be some shit
When they discover the third baby muhvah

[Verse 3: Jorrell Redsun]
I got a letter in the mailbox the other day
I opened and read it.  It said, “Court Subpoena
Child support from Adina.”  I take of mine
Trust me.  Must be ‘cause my new thing
Revenge on my pocket—she wanna sock it to me
Court case for cock-blocking.  Stop watching through my window
Lying to the judge, “He sells drugs, smokes endo
Slaps my face and hits my stomach with an elbow”
Judge ain’t buying the game—he went through the same thing
Settlement: forty a month.  You dumb dame
Leaving the court, all three baby mommas
On the steps, face-to-face drama
They wanna brawl, but I hate bruised cake
Jumped between ‘em.  “All calm down, for Pete’s sake
Stop in the name of me.  The new plan is to be
Nigga Brady-style: one happy family”
[Hook: Jorrell Redsun] (x2)
My baby muhvah wanna fight my other baby muhvah
Why can’t they get along with one another?
There’s gonna be some shit
When they discover the third baby muhvah