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terrell morris - free problems lyrics

ntro
yeah
sometimes i count my money just to touch it
call me morris just to keep away some cousins, yeah
no not the ones that eat my aunty’s stuffing, nah
ain’t no room for leeches in the budget, just keep your love and (shove it)

verse
you put your pistols into play and you ain’t seen the sniper
you cruise with victims of my chitlin, you my baby’s diaper
you on my sh-tlist, you could witness how i play with fire
reboot your system, lose your wisdom
you ain’t save the file
you live in grey denial
i’m painted black, i’m sure as sh-t that you ain’t brave as i am
you yellow belly pompous p-ssy, you ain’t wake as i am
play my position with conviction, swear your statement silent
i watch them paint me like a villain, just a pagan whilin
they say he violent
boy k!ll yourself you played the fool just one too many time’
i build more clout than some dude’ would in living 20 lives
i run through hood with homie’ twissin quiet, smoking loud
n-ggas dying to get live
no compliance with your side
project violence on your life and i hit silence on your line
i take no comments from your kind
you should use condoms, don’t give life
i put a promise on my high, i’ll be your highness do or die
call me morris just to keep away some…

verse
oo, look at you so cool about your situation
show me proof
show me proof that you got looters ready to take it from a troop
two computers could not make up what you bake up – bullsh-t stew
i’m prepared to just not wake up, meet my maker
who is you?
you ain’t feared by none
i got peers who run, i’m midnight sun
i confuse the elders, i seduce the nuns, i move in tonnes
only cinder blocks, you dishevel pebbles
i’m the top
you just severed members, we leave you behind
you ain’t hot
would not boil pot, i live in broil bruh
i’m loyal pop
my memorial pop, your memorial soft
you cordial lime
i’m just very old scotch, i bust up burial plots
i’m fresh to death
p-ss by, every old crowd like “wish i carry your style”
when i had em like blaow

outro
i put my patience in a box and told ’em send it ‘way
turn on location for my partnuh told him head this way
a home invasion been the thought, but we gon left it, wait
then we head way up for some chicken from around the way
you know the place that give you red sauce
you best believe they got the red sauce
i put my people on the best sauce, watch it
you best believe they got the red sauce, the red sauce..

- terrell morris lyrics

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