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real problem - mg sleepy lyrics lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
alright, yep
i get higher than a f+ck, i got a real problem
b+tch, i need a mansion with a lake so i can— alright, yeah, i’ma come on here like that
alright, yep

[verse 1]
i get higher than a f+ck, i got a real problem
b+tch, i need a mansion with a lake so i can chill by it
my n+gga snuck his bl!cky in, so don’t get k!lled by it
told this b+tch i ain’t your baby dad, so who the real father?
put my boots on and step on sh+t just like a drill sergeant
i’m the type to serve an eighth of weed from out a pill bottle
hit this b+tch and took the rubber off and made her kiss condom
i see my ex broke as the f+ck, i know this b+tch bothered
she sucked the fingers when we f+ck, i know this b+tch toxic
i bought this b+tch a happy meal and gave her six dollars
i done found two b+tches in manhattan at the rich college
i walked in, set up the mic and set the bl!ck by it
i said n+gga got in science, shot his chain— alright, yep
n+gga, that is not no vvs, i got the big diamonds
see, i can melt your tiny chain usin’ a bic lighter
i’m the type to walk in with some bloods and get the crips fired
big dumper, sold so many grams, i got my whip tired
i crashed scat, took off the wheels and bought the big tires
[verse 2]
crashed the rental on the accidental, now my b+tch drivin’
this n+gga k3 took the draco, now we bl!ck fightin’
i’m at your baby mom’s with cholo son watchin’ the teen titans
this n+gga brick see off the perc spillin’ the lean by me
stink trippin’, walked in off the wock’ wearin’ some weed nikes
‘wood trippin’, he keep goin’ out, i need to relight it
n+ggas out this b+tch hidin’ from gang, they finna keep hidin’
shut your kid up before we f+ck because he keep cryin’
ten thirty+seven, only the gang, you cannot sit by us
all our jewelry, it’s a hundred+plus, we rockin’ big diamonds
five inches pokin’ out my pocket with my bl!ck by me
bad b+tch, can’t let her eat me up ’cause she be d+ck bitin’
knock a n+gga out without my strap like i’m mike tyson
but really, though, you catch me out in public, i am not fightin’

[verse 3]
i love when n+ggas crack jokes, n+gga, crack this
stressed out, her baby dad a bum and a crackhead
snitchin’+ass n+gga did the same sh+t his dad did
rap b+tch thought she had t++th, but she had p+ss
tryna rock out with his chopper on some rat sh+t
i’m tryna make his body lock up on some mad sh+t
them low ‘bows is not hittin’, throw that in the trash can
that d+ck ridin’ gon’ get you pregnant, n+gga, with your f+g ass
like one, two, three, that’s how long it take to clear the scene
you must be off his rock ’cause n+ggas think you fearin’ me
bro a chef, he make it lock up, he’d turn a two to three
i’ll leave this b+tch with you, when she bless you when you sneeze
for the love of money, it’ll make a n+gga do some strange sh+t
crash out and test me, n+gga, i’ma make you famous
let’s link up and k!ll each other, let me know, b+tch, i’d arrange it
n+gga tried to tweak with me, dad for all that playin’

- real problem lyrics

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