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     Today's my baby girl's 18th birthday.  I be so glad

Month after month, year after year, all those damn payments!
 So I call my baby girl, LaKeesha, to come to my house, and when she get there, I say, "Baby girl, I want you to take this check over to yo momma house and tell her this be the last check she ever be gettin' from me, and I want you to come back and tell me the 'spression on yo mama's face."
 
 So, my baby girl take the check over to her momma.  I be anxious to hear what she say, and bout the 'spression on her face.
 
Baby girl walk through the door, I say, "Now what yo momma say 'bout   that?" 

She say to tell you that "you ain't my daddy" .... and watch the 'spression on yo face.