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problem – slow down (doin’ too much) lyrics

[produced by ricky p]

[intro]
ohhhh, ohhhh

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
girl i was thinking you should pull up
last night i got so drunk i f-cked around and threw up
last time you came through we ain’t do nothin’
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down with the money i be spendin’ too much
mix that mombay with tampico yeah i call that gin punch
eat that p-ssy in the mornin’, eat that p-ssy for lunch

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
(got a b-tch from the chi, put her on some lean
i might hit that sh-t raw if the p-ssy clean)
young b-tch eat that d-ck, she a f-ckin’ fiend
got my iphone on, we gon’ make a scene
smokin’ weed by the pound, all my cars clean
all my broads mean
ain’t no pain, ain’t no gain
take this d-ck not partially
chauffer get that car for me
only get that bomb for me
i got two spanish hoes, wasn’t even hard for me
she gon’ make it hard for me, she gon’ take it off for me
she be grabbin’ on this d-ck and got on no drawers for me
f-ck her all up in her crib, my d-ck caught a card for me
put it on the wall for me
she be comin’ hard for me, b-tch

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
girl i was thinking you should pull up
last night i got so drunk i f-cked around and threw up
last time you came through we ain’t do nothin’
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down with the money i be spendin’ too much
mix that mombay with tampico yeah i call that gym punch
eat that p-ssy in the mornin’, eat that p-ssy for lunch

[verse 2: ty dolla $ign]
smoked a joint of louie then get p-ssed out
had them booty shorts on with your -ss out
woke you up, you know i had to go for round two
i l1ck it good, i make you come, i ate it right, i do
i like to get on top
ride it like a harley
light skin with a body
blue dot with the molly
make her get exotic
i think that (?)
i think that a g code

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
girl i was thinking you should pull up
last night i got so drunk i f-cked around and threw up
last time you came through we ain’t do nothin’
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down with the money i be spendin’ too much
mix that mombay with tampico yeah i call that gym punch
eat that p-ssy in the mornin’, eat that p-ssy for lunch

[verse 3: problem]
all i see is p-ssy on the floor
p-ssy on the wall, got more p-ssy at the door
and n-ggas be poppin’ up, leave that p-ssy at the door
i even gon’ tell ’em you like p-ssy on the low
who with them sh-ts?
i’m off them grits
no eggs, we tossed
(?) f-ck my faults
i came with lions
i came with wolves
you came at midnight
i left in coupes
long nights, early days
clean cut, razor fades
diamond lane, taylor gang
run the world, i run the bay
what? what? what?
i love eatin’ p-ssy off a p
if it’s up to me i be f-ckin’ all three
i see ya

[hook: ty dolla $ign]
girl i was thinking you should pull up
last night i got so drunk i f-cked around and threw up
last time you came through we ain’t do nothin’
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down on them drugs i be doin’ too much
told me slow down with the money i be spendin’ too much
mix that mombay with tampico yeah i call that gym punch
eat that p-ssy in the mornin’, eat that p-ssy for lunch

[outro]
i had to tell a b-tch, look here b-tch my love is like a hotel. know i’m sayin’? you gon’ come here check in for a minute and i’ma check you out in the motherf-ckin’ mornin’ and it better be before motherf-ckin’ housekeepin’ get here which means a whole ‘nother situation gon’ show up

and b-tch you ain’t gettin’ no god d-mn room service, you ain’t worked hard enough to leach around this motherf-cker, you know i’m sayin’? b-tch wanna leach around this motherf-cker gotta work hard in the god d-mned kitchen. this is a nice hotel hate when my motherf-ckin’ love, get on the elevator go to the top floor god d-mn it, (?) pimpin’ hoes also p h. welcome to hotel love b-tch now check the f-ck out, send another b-tch upstairs, the room key ain’t gonna work tomorrow

- problem lyrics

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