Lyrics:
problems
Oh God, I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell 'em)
You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell 'em), you don't want these
too
'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Holla back (wooo-wooo)
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he
to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
You were reaching for stars (umm)
I just want me something natural (Is that
grandma but listen - have you been listening to the radio?"
"Yes, the one you bought me last Christmas. But I've lost my electricity again and I think
And standing in the door
He said, if you've come to take the car away
I don't have it anymore
I don't have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio
of the prominence
Hol on girl nah nah nah nah
She wanna be more NSYNC but she barely gettin by by by by ay
Straight up out the slum but I'm conscious
Takin number 1
a Legend (Woo)
Let me teach you a lesson
Back when I was countin' my blessings
The radio tour had me stressin'
My faith was in question
Surrounded by haters
by my past
put me on the cross like they don't make mistakes
I can't buy you everything you want, can your dad?
Just don't lie to me cause I don't
a-ha. Where you goin', Virgil, a-ha?"
"I'm goin' over to one of those discotechs!"
"You come back here, Virgil, a-ha!"
"Never give in to sin
hot when Its hott
You cant beat me
Nigga Im too hott Im too hott
You cant cheat me
Nigga better back up
I say you better back up
I say you betta back up
me a Tec, now I`m wild, insane
I`m on a hunt for a rapper who want to turn singer
I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger
So if you`re nice
him
Why's he gotta be dick, can't he let me live
I just wanna turn up here and get paid for it
Uh! So I get back to my desk
Slap the radio on and then
Where you at?
Ridin' in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People
down and then rely upon the youth fountain
If we can't pass ideas back and forth then you bouncing
Then we left town I'm opening up doors to new ledges
I
Too $hort, baby,'s gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all
at the game, I move step in first place
Leave 'em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake 'em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see
So trust me you dont you dont really want it dawg
Swear to god
They wont find you
In the back room
Get ripped apart by the dogs
I have attack you
Throw
it up
Drop it down
Poke it out
Make a king want it
Zip it down
Pull it out
Now you on to something
Turn around
Grab the ground
Throw it back
I love
linked you because I want he-e-ad
I cannot sit here and lie the sex was amazing
You liked when I pulled in ya hair beat it from the back drive you crazy
I
the back
He's in the back with an escort
He bought me an escort I
Don't want no escort, you know
Luigi, that was the guy's name
And we're in north Harlem
look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't want my career
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
These
twitter and IG turned into your judge
Back then I was shoveling to get something to eat
Back then no mumbling you rhyming on the beat
Nigga back then no
like a hat rack
Jump on a beat and I bang can't match that
Checks coming in so you know I'mma cash that uh
Flex when I sing I don't chat back
Hit em with
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