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problem - andale lyrics

[produced by jahlil beats]

[hook: problem]
andale, andale
that’s how the money come
andale, andale
that’s how the money come
andale, andale
that’s how the money come
that’s how the money come
(turn up, turn up)
andale, andale, andale, andale
andale, andale, andale, andale
(zoom, zoom, turn up, turn up)
andale, andale

[verse 1: problem]
ariba, ariba, ariba, where’s the b-tches?
this crazy boss just f-cked up the game word to the clippers
my enemies b-tch got her face right by my zipper
tequila is laced, give me my sp-ce
the weather is thick give me a case i’m tryna get f-cked up
keep looking crazy from across the room you’re about to get f-cked up
we always pack, but i don’t feel like tripping tonight
cause i am too busy living the life, p-ss me the drugs
andale, andale
i don’t think these n-ggas wanna go there
young rich n-gga and i don’t care
same crew since i was a little one
since day one been a real one
and i put that on all my children
walk in and the hood start cheering
no pom poms i bomb bomb
i touch that motherf-cking ceiling
i’m on your side f-ck that side the gang is the gang
you say you’re my friend but you standing with them so you are the same
you gotta get it with them
oh ah oh ah and i get a rhythm
in us we trust sucking my nuts try, good luck

[verse 2: problem]
here we come trying to make dough
my b-tch fatter than my bank roll
we look fly n-gga we don’t try
n-gga poppin’ that sh-t like an 8 hole
wartime boy i don’t lay low
real real ready for the y’all know
n-gga pop at me n-gga that’s og
better bring k wherever they go (pop)
diamond lane yea that’s the label
diamond lane yea that’s the label
i don’t gotta brag n-gga they know
keep your head hanging from the cable
watch me boy i’m on cable
i’m f-cking on these b-tches
whip color of that yayo
sniffing c0ke on the way to day gold
turn your hood up n-gga bang your gang
turn to your homeboy watch him bang the same
i don’t hit no signal when i’m changing lane
you woulda think i pulled madden out put it up
grabbed 2k then put it in by the way
young n-gga just changed the game
problem, jon just say your name
just got your tip tongue let em hang
(swear i’mma ball ’till i die n-gga)
be yourself stop, take off, touch the sky n-gga
it’s captain california every time i ride
and when that money counter ring it’s a f-ckin’ brag

[verse 3: lil jon]
where you from n-gga? represent your sh-t
where you from girl? represent that sh-t
where my west coast n-ggas at in this b-tch
dirty south n-ggas yea, we in this b-tch
where you from n-gga? represent your sh-t
where you from girl? represent that sh-t
where my west coast n-ggas at in this b-tch
dirty south n-ggas yea, we in this b-tch
act a fool in this b-tch shake them bottles up
28 still spend that sh-t, we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck, we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t give a f-ck
we came to f-ck sh-t up and leave with all your hoes
f-ck n-ggas don’t even think about it, that’s a no no

- problem lyrics

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