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capo (us) – problem lyrics

[intro]
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem
you don’t want these f-ckin’ problems

[verse 1]
44, real thugs
i don’t smoke pot, i do real drugs
hoe so trill, she’ll suck so ill
got an -ss like a tire and she f-ck at will
i grew up in a trailer, in a lil’ town called taylor
got a bad b-tch named taylor, i love to take back to that trailer
low cl-ss, white trash, tattoos, cigarettes
heaven hill for breakfast and my bae was cookin’ crystal meth
i ain’t never gave a sh-t, i prolly never will
ain’t had lights in two months, b-tch i would rather buy some pills
my job pays minimum wage, f-ck it, i show up just to steal
if i get fired, i’ma rob that b-tch for real
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem

[hook]
i’m addicted to drugs, money and women
i enjoy usin’ dope and i drink liquor ’til i’m p-ssin’
i ain’t ever been sh-t, i’m sure tomorrow won’t be different
my temper short as f-ck, i bet my att-tude is sh-tty
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem
i got mothaf-ckin’ problems

[verse 2]
i got this problem to make
where i can’t hear what you say when you b-tchin’
but if your mouth wasn’t on d-ck all the time
might know how to say somethin’ with it
doc gave me an antipsychotic prescription but i don’t take it at all
if you add these voices in my head, they say i ain’t crazy at all
but b-tch, i am, bi-polar as f-ck, lube cream
devil’s playground, come stand in line for this mood swing
had a convo with myself and he said, “po your flow is too mean
know the people want your solo, but i think we should try this group thing”
sh-t i’m with it, like call it spittin’ image
i really f-ck with you, you put the friend in schizophrenic
now most of y’all say i’m off, my mama just say i’m different
and i ain’t sayin’ that she wrong, but i know i got some sh-t missin’
i’m ignant, easily influenced
bad at makin’ decisions, should i snort it or chew it?
either way, i do it, pour that fluid, k!ll a half pint
i overdose, die and snort the flatline

[verse 3]
yeah, i got a baggy full of drugs and i need ’em all
cops pull me over, it’s just an excuse to eat ’em all
this angel on my shoulder say, “snort these lines ’til you’re stupid”
and the devil on the other, say, “steal your money to do it”
and i do it just to p-ss you off
i got your b-tch wrapped ’round the same finger
that i use to fl1ck you off
out of my mind, out of this world
never out of the pills i’m takin’
my mother fingered her -ss and gave birth to the most hated
mothaf-cka

[hook]
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem
i got mothaf-ckin’ problems
b-tch i got mothaf-ckin’ problems
said i got mothaf-ckin’ problems
and you don’t want these f-ckin’ problems

- capo us lyrics

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