You Blame Your Baby's Mama Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You Blame Your Baby's Mama



You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.

Oh you're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.

But you blame your baby's mama.
And she's tired of your drama.

Yes!
You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.

But you blame your baby's mama.
And she's tired of your...
DRAMA.

You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.
With a 'should of'...
And a private stash If you had 'moolah',
Packed in stacks.

You are afflicted,
To dump on your baby's mama.
You're a kid afflicted.
Bringing her nothing,
But all of your drama.

You're afflicted,
To dump on your baby's mama.
As if she wishes,
Not a man...
But a boy of high drama.

You're one of the 'could ofs'...
With an 'if' attached.
And a 'would of'...
As a perfect match.

You're afflicted,
To dump on your baby's mama.
As if she wishes,
Not a man...
But a boy of high drama.

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