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king magnetic - the problems lyrics

hook – king magnetic and kp5
i just want the paper, i don’t want the problems
i just want the paper, i don’t want the problems (b-tch)
i just want the p-ssy, i don’t want the problems
i just want the paper, i don’t want the problems

verse 1
i just wanna visit, got a ton of b-tches i don’t need to win an argument, sleep with chickens, keep hug and kisses, guess that means i don’t heart you then, been gone for months my shooter gone for years, out for lunch this a call for cheers, got d-nk in here, my n-ggas moe and larry, leon on his way and we known to carry, remainders or pregnancy b-tches get next to me rolling on ecstasy, ain’t blowing out indoor we rollin down windows cause people be vexed at me, b-tch on the screen that’s a broadcast, with a weak will and a strong -ss, got a deep drill, dark past, plus a refill of that hard gas, call it petroleum, three bad b-tches brought the toasters in, three mad n-ggas got approached again, when i k!ll at the door ovo’ing them, overdosing them hold it close to them, like the things we holstering, no champagne put the toast to them, give a f-ck who you supposed to been, peep the dosage and flip it the protein nutritious, b-tches are crazy i’m willing to risk it, villains that vicious and people that’s lesser, busting the pipe just to keep up the pressure, keisha, vanessa heat on the dresser we didn’t stress her we just got head, she eating the paine – that’s paint chips – youngings sneak in the lead!

verse 2
i be f-ckin anything that move, i was cutting chickens even more than school, colleges ignore the rules, she a wh0r- to me but she more to you, i was ducking b-tches and i f-ck they sisters under one condition i don’t tongue or kiss them, but they come on rhythm, it’s shooting range, how i’m busting in them, cut the ribbon – grand opening – no gag reflex – can’t choke on it – dance in hood while i dance the globe again – n-ggas get down there’s a chance we know of them, heard of us might have got they man or got some work when we stopped for fam – saw the flyer but they not a fan – they wifey is and she hop in vans, she a bird n-gga, that’s a peac-ck, she want jordan’s n-gga, she don’t f-ck with reebok’s, pump, pump it up i love her once a month don’t eat the pork but i rock the ribs, she love her man when he rock a bid, she rock with us her mom watch the kid, don’t do your job she be glad to do it, caught a few times i’m a bad influence, if i gave a f-ck wouldn’t to nag to do it, there’s a whole bunch of women mag has ruined, you think a haircut and a bag will do it, you’re delusional, that’s usual, now you’re a b-tch that i used to know, don’t call it brain till you use ya skull!

- king magnetic lyrics

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