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k7thefinesser - problems lyrics

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
more money, more problems
b+tch gave me brain like she graduated college
and if he want problems, these sh+lls will solve them
probably got a mic on, i ain’t tryna be involved with him
i’m just tryna get some money, while these n+ggas broke as f+ck out here looking bummy
i like the way my diamonds hit the light when it’s sunny
playing with the stinc team, he must be a dummy
and i hope he think it’s funny, leave him on his back, in a box like a mummy
if you ain’t got the pack, by the [?] you can’t plug me
i’m really in the streets, [?] that’s gon’ bust for me
the plug

[verse 2: k7thefinesser]
lil mama pulled up with her best friend
smoking woods, getting head all down west end
the b+tch want a birkan, i ain’t got none for her
the b+tch [?] i ain’t going for it
more money, more problems
more hundreds, more dollars
more hoes and more choppers
blue hundreds gon’ pile up
yeah, tear them all down
i’ll knock a n+gga b+tch, make her fall down
[?] bullsh+t hood, you better pipe down
you gave the b+tch a whole life, but she left now
crips to the left, hoes to the right
pouring up, blowing cooks all night
count up this bread, but i need some more
throwing 1’s in the club, we paint the floor
i hit the d [?] kept it solid
where i’m from, n+ggas sticky, it get vilant
dirty money too [?] we be wilding
these lil n+ggas [?] style, they be biting

[chorus: k7thefinesser]
more money, more problems
punk b+tch want a birkan bag, i ain’t got it
throwing racks all up in the club, we be wilding
mismatch designer, me, i be styling
we just count up them hundreds, what the goofy n+ggas try to do, we done done it
had a threesome with her best friend, d+ck in her stomach
fat blunt in my left hand, while they both sucking
yeah, yeah
[verse 3: dmb dai]
i want a b+tch to suck my high ass to sleep
you a freak, give me head in the front seat
if you ain’t got my money, o, you lunch meat
i been had hundreds, fresh blue cheese
checks keep coming in the mail box
haters keep tryna test me, make them sh+lls pop
she both on her feet, like we share socks
bad white b+tch, she gon’ hold the glock
pockets on fat, ’cause i hold the gwop
stinc team, dmb, we at the top
you n+ggas ain’t never been in the trentches
backpack filled up with amunition
more money, more drama
more problems coming from my baby mama
i ain’t really f+cking with her, she a sl+t ho
i’m a hothead, crafty and cutthroat
dirt gang, dummy

- k7thefinesser lyrics

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