Problem歌词

“Problem”

Okay okay, so, YSL
We're YSL aka private fly gang you know
Yeah, we're the private fly gang you know... join in ************
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************ in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil ******* money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that ************t out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These ************ come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
These ************ gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might ******* up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil ************ that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it ************ne like a mother*******' problem
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In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off my boo now I'm (?) dancin'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a ******* Grammy
Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up under my girls
Please no-no fallin' in love
I'm runnin' round with a ************ , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' money of course
Cookin' white like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that guinea ran right on your porch
Hop out like mother******* the doors
Yeah, I'ma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free Offset *******)
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************ in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil ******* money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that ************t out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These ************ come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
These ************ gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might ******* up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil ************ that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it ************ne like a mother*******' problem
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Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
We gon' G her with no sheets
How long ago? Bout a week
All my attires are neat
All of her friends are unique
I wanna ******* at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like pop tarts
I'ma demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa card
Private fly gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
I ******* that ************ if she starin'
Pull up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't cause that's darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my ************ is a mother*******' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that ************ one time with a double barrel
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************ in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil ******* money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that ************t out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These ************ come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nut just like a Mound
These ************ gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might ******* up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil ************ that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it ************ne like a mother*******' problem
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Yaaaaa, yeah
Yaaaaa, yeah