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problem - lift off lyrics

[intro: problem]
354
lift off!

[verse: bad lucc]
f-ck with me i go hammers, beams all in my cameras
black and white, them the pandas, and we don’t f-ck with them pandas
i used to ride that fifth wheel, pull a vols up at [?]
b-a-d, i’m the man, you understand, dlg on my canvas
rock red, i’m a raider, baby, magazines, no fader, baby
when i move, move major, baby, family first, no favors, baby
fat boy and he’s workin’, play with yourself, not jerkin’
better talk to this n-gga like [?], i keep a fifth on my person
down bad, i go all out, i break bread with my crew
in them jordan 6, grab my d-ck and tell a b-tch (what it do?)
yeah, i slang verses for a couple zones, no [?], b-tch, i’m hustlin’
racked out and it’s nothin’, head shot, we go pumpkin
talk the talk like a preacher, i’m too d-mn good for a feature
my brother prob’ gon’ eat ya, this my cl-ss and i’m the teacher
boy, i light it up and go bar for bar, go above the law with the raw
if i show a flaw, them pistols draw, put a hunnid thou on my pa
give me give me dollars, b-tch, i wanna ball
i’m looking like a shooting guard, i’m f-cking off
it’s diamond lane until i’m under city, baby
real n-gga can’t play me, or fade me
n-gga, all about the dollars
i used to want the ’96 impala
i growed up and i’m throwed
b-tch, that’s on the vogues

[outro: problem]
lift off!
n-gga, lift off!
yeah, lift off!
lift off!
354, lift off! (whaaaat)
354, lift off! (whaaaat)
354, lift off! (whaaaat)
354, lift off! (whaaaat)
354, lift off!

- problem lyrics

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