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kidd kenn – problem lyrics

[intro]
hahaha, hahah
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(kenn double n’s b+tch)

[chorus]
ridin’ through your hood in a motherf+ckin’ maybach
if you want some money motherf+cker, just say that
in and out of functions, 5k, i’ll take that
i be with the bad b+tches, you be where the jakes at
pull up to the party five deep, i’m with bad b+tches
put me on the jet, these a type you never had
whole team gettin’ money, i could never be a sad b+tch
i don’t want the son, please, point me to the dad, b+tch (dad, b+tch)

[verse 1]
i want chanel swag (i want chanel swag)
don’t say gabbana, gucci, boohoo, ysl bags (ysl bags)
thesе b+tches wanna fight, well, i’m catchin’ flights
at first sight, her n+gga likе
bad b+tch popped out at night
you a mad b+tch who like to type
n+gga (n+gga), what is you doin’? (what is you doin’?)
n+gga (n+gga) how much you movin’? (how much you movin’?)
keep me dipped in diamonds, baby, how we do it (how we do it)
and tell them hatin’ ass hoes, they can move it (oh, they can move it)
i don’t kick it with these b+tches, i just try to keep my distance
get him for his money b+tch, listen, linda, listen
loud on the ‘gram, but in person b+tches whisperin’
s+xy problem child, all the n+ggas wanna l!ck me
[chorus]
ridin’ through your hood in a motherf+ckin’ maybach
if you want some money motherf+cker, just say that
in and out of functions, 5k, i’ll take that
i be with the bad b+tches, you be where the jakes at
pull up to the party five deep, i’m with bad b+tches
put me on the jet, these a type you never had
whole team gettin’ money, i could never be a sad b+tch
i don’t want the son, please, point me to the dad, b+tch (dad, b+tch)

[verse 2]
b+tch, i’m a problem (b+tch, i’m a problem)
none of these hoes could solve (uh+huh)
when i’m with her n+gga, he takin’ me to the mall (cha+ching)
me kissin’ him like the princess kissin’ the frog
don’t know sh+t ’bout no sports but the best when it come to ball
i stay at his crib and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no baby bed (no baby bed)
b+tch, i be with him give two f+cks what his lady said (no f+cks)
i’m runnin’ laps around they lazy ass
i’m finna leave, where you goin’ with yo crazy ass?
sis’, he give me gucci and prada
he give you oop and no dollar
neck so cold like popped collar
what i do they gon’ follow
i got the face of a model
and to be honest? y’all borin’ me
be like, “why kenn ignorin’ me?”
[chorus]
ridin’ through your hood in a motherf+ckin’ maybach
if you want some money motherf+cker, just say that
in and out of functions, 5k, i’ll take that
i be with the bad b+tches, you be where the jakes at
pull up to the party five deep, i’m with bad b+tches
put me on the jet, these a type you never had
whole team gettin’ money, i could never be a sad b+tch
i don’t want the son, please, point me to the dad, b+tch (dad, b+tch)

- kidd kenn lyrics

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