You baby might be ready
Your baby might be run
Your baby is a leech
From the bottom of her heart
She's a leech
She's a leech
I don't think she don't love me
Don't know anything about me
She was drinking coffee
And then she turned a gun on me
She's a leech
Yeah
Leech
She's a leech
She's a leech
I know that she not even mine
That's what she tells me
She don't even love me
Doesn't know my birthday
She's reaching for my pocket (she's a leech)
She's reaching for my pocket (she's a leech)
She's reaching for my pocket (she's a leech)
She's reaching for my pocket (she's a leech)
She's a leech
