Fuckin' Problems

I love all my bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem

A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars

And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin’ problem

I’mma milk all of ‘em, cause they fuckin’ cowards

I love red bitches, there’s just something ’bout ‘em

But I’m gettin’ better pussy from a brown one

Been schoolin’ y’all niggas, I’m your alma mater

I’m the shit, where the fly swatter?

Ooh, I know you dykin’, who you eatin’ on?

Make me think about all of the nights we got a threesome on

Make me think about how you suck it like ya teeth are gone

If your friends hatin’ on you, fuck ‘em

To each his own, yessir

I do my drugs then I sleep ‘em off

Like it just be callin’ me, I need to turn my ringer off

Ain’t a fuckin’ singalong unless you brought the weed along

That kush, okay I got it, that kush

Cop pounds and put my people on

We can take the stairs up to the stars, that’s where we belong

Fuck that shit you talk, I beat that pussy like production

Or like rocky beat the russian, or like jordan beat the buzzer

Nigga gimme what you’ve got, take that money like an usher

One man band, all you hear is repercussion

Told a bitch to myself is gonna lead to self destruction

She looked me in my eyes and said: “nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’”

I said: “shorty, you a beast”

I love bad bitches, okay what’s the problem?

If she thinks she gon’ come up then I’mma fuckin’ drown her

I’m wilder than public schools and public housing

Can’t afford failure, I’m just browsing

Uh, I was fifteen with a hundred thousand

And if you talk trash, I’mma fuckin’ possum

And nigga if your bitch got eye problem

You know what it is, armed robbery

Tunechi

Uh, I heard ‘em tell me: “go get ‘em young”

I haven’t seen a movie since I started livin’ one

I be in a room full of bitches gettin’ drunk

Smokin’ like a point guard, no look, passin’ blunts

Fuck you talkin’ ’bout €uro? This and that

Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match

And niggas schemin’ on what I had

But we can put money in a bag or a body in a bag, you choose

And all these new bitches old news

Throwin’ stacks at ‘em like that’s prolly gon’ bruise

And every dream girl that I fucked came true

Now every night feels like deja vu

And the hatin’ is no use, she ain’t waitin’ on you

I tell the baby: “tell ya man to kick rocks with no shoes”

And I murdered that pussy, and I ain’t leave a clue

Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof

Uh, that’s sick shit, I’m ill, yeah I’m a fuckin’ problem

I’m fine wit’ it though, bitches like fuckin’ problems

And I can’t solve shit if I’m the fuckin’ problem

Just know I got ‘em, let me know if there’s a fuckin’ problem

Out the city, but you can’t take the city out ‘em

I know these hoes well, see the water spittin’ out ‘em?

Long story short, money always color blind ‘em

She blew the team for some red bottoms

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I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem

Had a few ugly bitches, but I had to hide ‘em

Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em

Can’t trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms

Put her ass on a brush, she a supermodel

If you swallow these kids, do that make you childish?

Now she say I got a fuckin’ problem

Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her

Her hair blown out like the 80s

I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum, she’ll pay me

I ain’t looking for a lady, call was meant to get you hitch

I ain’t looking for a wife, I need a one night trick

That can ride it like that, suck it like this

Hit it from the back in the back of the whip

I’m a mac, I’m a pimp girl

You don’t need make up with a mac on your lips

She drive a x5, beefin’ with her ex man

Baby I’m a dog and a dmx fan

Told myself I wouldn’t mess with my ex again

Popped a lil’ x then I tried to explain

I keep it too real to ever be a lame

Too many girls in this world, y’all can be lame

She all on my dick cause I got street fame

Tell that thirsty ass bitch don’t speak my name

Kidd kidd, a nut from the 9

Tell ‘em: “don’t worry ’bout me, I’m just fine”

Girl if you comin’ with me then let’s ride

See I know you want money, so don’t waste my time

Uh, wear that ass out, fuck her till we pass out

Fuck a hotel, we goin’ to my mans house

Scratch that, your baby mama was an amp tray

We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that yay

To my niggas, she fuck my niggas

Bought some bitches and she was wit’ it

With you she wasn’t, but she did it

She let you lick it, but never stick it

You be trippin’, you say you fallen’, nigga you slippin’

Uh, stupid ass nigga tryna fall in love

If I fall it’s gon’ be from too many drugs

You asking questions ’bout what she was

With the rida gang, she told you in the club

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