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luniz - issues lyrics

(feat. devin the dude, kb)

[verse 1: yukmouth]
i think it was friday night, i met her at the club
apple martini-ed up, smokin bud with my thugs
then yo yo, there she was, très bon booty ( -french- )
like beyoncé no fiancé, let’s keep in touch
i wanted to beat it up, cause she was a superbad
i mean with all that -ss, same night hit it that fast
we at her mega pad, still diggin like a sav’
we poppin x tabs, the head was extra lav’
but this her baby dad and he don’t live with her
and at his grandma’s pad they left the kids with her
so that explains the pictures i see of this n-gga
she says she’s low on scrilla, she wanted gifts for her
so she can get her nails done and get her weave fixed
and i can’t stand no nappy hair b-tch
and so i break off bread, nothin but pocket change
she blew my socks again and then i hopped in the range
and then she kept on askin for bread, like everyday
“my children need some aspirine, i got some bills to day”
now what am i to say, cause yuk, he love the kids
puffy sell millions, but yuk, he love the kids
so i broke off bread, i did it for the kids
never trust a b-tch, never think yuk a trick
i got the sl-t dismissed, she got the dismissal
i ain’t f-ckin with you, b-tch, you got too many issues

[chorus: devin the dude]
you got too many issues
here, let me get you some tissue
no, i don’t mean to diss you
but you want me to give you some money, quit actin funny
baby girl

[verse 2: kb]
time after time, rhyme after rhyme
i look around, some hoe after mine
but i’m just steady on the low, steady ’bout my flow
why try to keep a hoe steady when they be steady wantin mo’?
i don’t want no hoe all on my back, all up in my sack
before i burn one, at every corner that i turn on
hoe, get a life ( ? ) boppin all night like you a n-gga
need to be at home with yo d-mn children
like that sh-t was cool, well ain’t sh-t cool
about your children missin school
because you done cut a fool at the club last night
and you ain’t ( ? ) six
ran into a couple of ballers cappin like you broke them tricks
but them tricks make cheese, they pop bottles for fun
and you’ll f-ck one just to say you f-cked one
how dumb can one get, didn’t even break bread to get with you
and walkin round like you the f-ckin sh-t, b-tch, you got too many issues

[chorus]

[verse 3: numskull]
b-tch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from bf goodridge
cause you 21 now, what, you actin like a good b-tch?
i’m tryin to get my n-gga sucked cause he from outta town
you just suck his d-ck while i weigh out the pounds and then you out
what you mean you don’t know, don’t you need a little bread?
you can feed a starvin child for just a little bit of head
you suck a broke n-gga d-ck but won’t suck a rich n-gga
he a white boy, little man, limp d-ck n-gga
three minutes and you gone, then i hit you at your home
give you a little for your pocket, now your weekend is on
i don’t understand, huh? then why the f-ck i’m talkin?
matter fact i’m wastin time, huh, b-tch, get to walkin
you try to help a rat b-tch, she’ll diss you on some wack sh-t
you weigh 125, how you still lookin fat, b-tch?
save them cheap ( ? ) yeah, i’m tryin to diss you
you a broke–ss, think-you-bad b-tch and you got too many issues

[chorus]
[uncredited woman]
n-gga, f-ck yo broke -ss
you ain’t got no m-th-f-ckin money anyway, n-gga
don’t come over here talkin about i got issues
you got issues
n-gga, you rollin on stop
so don’t even try to come over here
either you pay me or don’t pay me no m-th-f-ckin attention
so ehm that’s all this about over here
when you look my way i already know you gots to pay
all this issue sh-t, you can take that sh-t to the next b-tch
i ain’t the one, n-gga
please
please believe it
f-ck that
pay me
yeah i got issues, so what?
i’m tryin to get fly, youknowmsayin
i’m tryin to go to the century club
i need $100 on my hair
i need uh 50 to go the nail shop
i need 200 for that new iceberg make-up
so uh, what you workin with?
sh-t, i’m a real b-tch
yeah
and i need to get my car washed
as a matter of fact, i’m tryin to roll yo sh-t
don’t you got a jag or somethin?
yeah, i’m tryin to roll yo sh-t, n-gga
on the real, me and all my m-th-f-ckin homegirls
we comin to the party…

- luniz lyrics

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