"Ms. Johnson" lyrics

Baby doll, I had to block you on Instagram, you kept postin' pictures of your new man and man
I ain't tryna rekindle our love affair once again but help me understand
You got with this nigga two weeks after me, you could at least act like you give a damn, I mean, damn
I would've protected your pretty brown skin from anything, even the Ku Klux Klan
I know you watchin' your figure if you wanted a cheat day, I would've took you to Aunt Anne's
What the hell could've changed so drastically for you and me in a two month span?
You like my baby, my Mercedes, my lady, most important you my friend
Most things come to an end but we could've came to a comma
Matter of fact, where's your momma?
You know your momma love me, what's your momma sayin'?
You know your poppa trust me, what's your poppa sayin'?
Ms. Johnson, did you know your daughter was runnin' around datin' a short nigga from Wisconsin?
Now I don't got nothin' against short niggas but mhm
Ms. Johnson, at least I'm tall
At least I can teach our kids how to ball like Tristan Thompson
And I'll teach 'em all of my player ways, you know my good ones not my bad ones
I gotta step up and be a father 'cause it get wicked when you don't have one
Wonder what type of dad I'd be, would I be this one? Would I be that one?
I'd be like LeBron James jumpin', screamin' at all the games, yeah, I'd be that one
Yeah, I'd be that one
Sorry, I gotta go, sorry, Ms. Johnson