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problem - brand new bitch lyrics

[verse 1 : suga free ]
go with that girl will make your nut up, uh
sugar free up in the club like what up, uh!
hair whip, fresh fit, feeling fondle
free with that name, strike game
it just don’t sound cool
no she don’t want you now
but she gonna want you later man
b-tch i’ma be katt william’s cool by then
going hard in the player paint
wash condition, blow dry, press flat iron
hands clip, nails dipped, you’re something i wanna sell b-tch
yeah sure you ain’t a groupie, plenty lie on it
rather get tossed around then miss you 25 hunned
sugar free, a way better sucka ducka
check an out of pocket b-tch, mayweather motherf-cker
b-tch i don’t know what the f-ck you think this is
you looking at it as if you say the b-tch is
now temptation, sayin, whoa shut up
yeah we gonna scratch you till we get you b-tch
and ain’t gonna lie now
now what that h-rn do?

[hook] x 2
i went to the mall got a fix
all these hating -ss n-ggas on my d-ck
i slide through the trap like this
and i left out the party with a brand new b-tch

[verse 2 : cousin fik]
i came out the party h-lla over
the opposite of sober
new b-tch, fresh out the box
still going up, like a good stock
dope d-ck thrown back, for the gwap
you know you wanna give me neck, you a bop
show me you got intellect, give me top
cause if not, ho i’m shutting down shop
b-tch!
sick with it, b-tch straight about the f-cking v
f-ck with them then you know you gotta f-ck with me
cousin fik, i ain’t never been a sucker g
ain’t another n-gga ever did time cause of me
puffing on trees, sipping bubbly
put her hb if the double tree
say she wanna poster up all because of me
and in the next morning i’m right back in the streets and i

[hook] x 2

[verse 3 : problem]
tell her bout the thang with the bop
had a b-tch busting big like a chopper
prrrr, k!lling that p-ssy, call the coppers
n-gga mad cause i had his baby come like a doctor
moving like a mobster, eating on pasta
run up on me wrong, you gon dread it like a rasta
by my clock i bite cheese like rat
molly got my hoes here twisted like that
diamond lane gang n-gga come get with it
keep a thick nurse cause i’m so sick with it
shout out to the water, shout out to the bay
f-ck away with us betta put a k in
c.o.m.p.t.o.n. and that is what i’m repping
tryina find a brainiac so i can get a lesson
busting nut then get higher
after that it’s a rap, no flat iron

[hook] x 2

- problem lyrics

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