No Problems
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No Problems
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She like my new talk
My new style, my new walk
This new whore
Open your mouth and I'll bruise jaws
Like ooh or really like
Who her I'm a true star, this bitch bro got blue balls
Hard pressed cause I took off, I'm funk fresh from New York
It's like because these wanna be's wanna be the buzz
Angels need Jesus, angles, features
Live show, PR they made the baby, you can't beat us
That New York, that new on's, that new style
That... That ah
212 To that blue blood, beautiful in my own hood
Up the hill It's all good, up the bills
Iv'e been on tour, You're from fuckin' where, who are you?
Bad queen is my pedigree, bad bitch is my legacy
You mad bitch you average, a rap bitch I'm wackin
Stackin' money makin' Manhattan, mama cakin' that cash in
You ask them or ask him, I get it in
Harlemite citizen
You slap a dyke, you wanna lick a bitch
You probably bite, I ain't about it bitch
You not my type, I need a hotter bitch
From New York with it, born and bred to get it
All home front with it shufflin', man get that spinach
Move y'all bitches and beatin' em with the fitted
Ooh y'all bitches they leavin' you with that
No problems,no problems
Yea, y'all don't want no problems
No problems,no problems
Y'all bitches don't want no problems
What's workin' girls
I'm a boss bitch
Got foreigners in my office
I'm clearly on, you a off switch
This sick charm, I'm gorgeous
Like really though, you a corn bitch
One wish movin' on
It's a warning, be honest
Your garm is to be garbage
Top drag, she lack class
Poof Poof be gone bitch
We on this, she came here
We on it, I claim here
It's my home pit,top pit
That chocolate lanes baby deposit
AB Bout that profit not gossip
This that stars to the hollywood red carpet,better get back
All these bitches wanna know how she get that
Don't ask for the price, let me get that
You a man with ya' dick back
You a sam with a slick back
You a ham in the pig shack
You was aim for the kit kat
Little bamb hunned' grand is a champion chit chat
Stylin' in something you seen out in vogue
Diamonds is shinnin' they frigid, they froze
Wildin' I'm stuntin' I'm spendin' that dough
And when I step in them bitches they know
Them bitches they know
Diamonds is shinnin' these frigid, they froze
Wildin' I'm stuntin' I'm spendin' that dough
And when I step in, them bitches they know
And when I step in, them bitches they know
No problems,no problems
Yea, y'all don't want no problems
No problems,no problems
Y'all bitches don't want no problems
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