young man – problem (bonus track) lyrics
i love all my b-tches
that’s my f-ckin’ problem
a 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
and if any one of them n-gg-s got a f-ckin’
problem
i’mma milk all of ’em
cause they f-ckin’ cowards
i love red b-tches
there’s just something ’bout ’em
but i’m gettin’ better p-ssy from a brown one
been schoolin’ y’all n-gg-s, i’m your alma mater
i’m the sh-t
where the fly swatter
i know you likin’ who you eatin’ on
make me think about all them nights we got a
threesome on
make me think about how you suck it like your
teeth are gone
if your friends hatin’ on you, f-ck ’em
to each his own, yessir
i do my drugs then i sleep ’em off
like it just be callin’ me
i need to turn my ringer off
ain’t a f-ckin’ singalong
unless you brought the weed along
that kush, okay i got that kush
cop pounds and put my people on
we can take the stairs up to the stars
that’s where we belong
f-ck that sh-t you talk
i beat that p-ssy like production
or like rocky, beat the russian
or like jordan, beat the buzzer
n-gg-, gimme what you’ve got
take that money like an usher
one man band, all you hear is repercussion
told a b-tch, too much selfish gonna lead to self
destruction
she looked me in my eyes and said
man, i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
i said shorty, you a beast
i love bad b-tches
okay, what’s the problem
if she thinks she gonna come up
i’mma f-ckin’ drown her
i’m wildin’ in public schools and public housing
can’t afford failure, i’m just browsing
i was 15 with $100, 000
and if you talk trash
i’mma f-ckin’ possum?
and n-gg-, if your b-tch got eye problem
you know what it is, armed robbery.
tunechi
i heard ’em tell me “go get ’em, young”
i haven’t seen a movie since i started livin’ one
i be in a room full of b-tches gettin’ drunk
smokin’ like a point guard, no look, p-ssin’ blunts
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? euro, this and that,
wanna walk in these shoes? have the outfit to
match
and n-gg-s schemin’ on what i had, but
we gon’ put money in the bag or a body in the
bag (you choose)
and all these new b-tches old news
throwin’ stacks at ’em like “that’s prolly gon’
bruise”
and every dream girl that i f-cked came true
now every night feels like deja vu
and the hatin’s no use, she ain’t waitin’ on you
i tell a baby, “tell ya man kick rocks with no
shoes”
and i murder that p-ssy, and i ain’t leave a clue
cause i put her on her knees and made her
swallow all the proof
that sick sh-t, a mill, yeah, i’m a f-ckin’ problem
i’m fine wit’ it, though, b-tches like f-ckin’
problems
and i can’t solve sh-t if i’m the f-ckin’ problem
just know i got ’em, let me know if there’s a
f-ckin’ problem
out the city, but you can’t take the city out ’em
i know these hoes well, see the water spittin’ out
’em?
long story short, money always colorblind
she blew the team for some red bottoms
(euro)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem
had a few ugly b-tches, but i had to hide ‘em
can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em
can’t trust them hoes poking holes up in
condoms
put her -ss on a brush, she a supermodel
if you swallow these kids, do that make you
childish?
now she say i got a f-ckin’ problem
because i f-cked her once and gave a f-ck about
her
her hair blown out like the 80s
i drive these b-tches crazy, mental asylum, she’ll
pay me
i ain’t looking for a lady, call was meant to get
you hitch
i ain’t looking for a wife, i need a one night trick
that can ride it like that, suck it like this
hit it from the back in the back of the whip
i’m a mac, i’m a pimp girl
you don’t need make up with a mac on your lips
she drive a x5, beefin’ with her ex man
baby i’m a dog and a dmx fan
told myself i wouldn’t mess with my ex again
popped a lil’ x then i tried to explain
i keep it too real to ever be a lame
too many girls in this world, y’all can be lame
she all on my d-ck cause i got street fame
tell that thirsty -ss b-tch don’t speak my name
kidd kidd, a nut from the 9
tell ‘em: “don’t worry ’bout me, i’m just fine”
girl if you comin’ with me then let’s ride
see i know you want money, so don’t waste my
time
uh, wear that -ss out, f-ck her till we p-ss out
f-ck a hotel, we goin’ to my mans house
scratch that, your baby mama was an amp tray
we treat that p-ssy like some good weed and
p-ss that yay
to my n-gg-s, she f-ck my n-gg-s
bought some b-tches and she was wit’ it
with you she wasn’t, but she did it
she let you lick it, but never stick it
you be trippin’, you say you fallen’, n-gg- you
slippin’
uh, stupid -ss n-gg- tryna fall in love
if i fall it’s gon’ be from too many drugs
you asking questions ’bout what she was
with the rida gang, she told you in the club
hahaha
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