Lyrics:
I came back better, cars got faster
No tents, son, got my neck glowin' in traffic
I'm big-ballin', you niggas got big problems
Seen who was real
Coming bar for bar
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye
If I don't go too exotic I'll whip the Range Rover
I told em that I got it once I'm up then it'll be over
You can
out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin' (you want problems for somethin')
Need to get
just wanna buy the mall
Standing on my money now I'm tall as Paul
I just took a trip to Montreal
Just got off a jet I'm sorry if I missed your call
Yea
to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas
Priscilla Paul got married today in a little church by the hill
Out next to her grandpa's grave
The only father she ever knew
Daddy was a music man
Take shots when Paul's supplying
I see you boy you miring
See my fucking chest
Bench press a fucking island
Blondie up behind me
Can't hear what she's
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you cuz
Remember how it was
The picnics and the parties in the projects
If you got a problem, then kindly unfollow me
Heads nodding but a lot of y'all is nodding on me
That's why I sell pillows I'm for real tho
Go get your
my two cents, I got insufficient funds
I was in the (huh) wait, I been in the gym
Ask me for my pronouns
I'll tell you that I'm him (yes)
When I shoot
get sober
Well I understand that
Know you tried to leave me, but I keep standing by (keep standing by)
You ask If I'm having fun? Just do it again (do
got you, yeah yeah
Even if the moon comes falling from the sky
Even if you let the time just pass us by
Still know that I got you baby
Still know that I
got you, yeah yeah
Even if the moon comes falling from the sky
Even if you let the time just pass us by
Still know that I got you baby
Still know that I
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
all indicative
If you don't change the way you look at things you see that nothing changes
Nobody ever listens so I find I'm stuck with dangers
on my feet keeps the lead way
No need to sort it out for youngins dees days
If u dont get it by now u wont sweepstakes
Practice wat u preachin like its
compare me to Gibby
I've just got too much on my
Plate
Fuck you all if you're going to hate
My problems
Are more im
Important
Than yours
My problems
Are
fraud
Ain't no blue-collar crime b
Got good credit you dont do solid time b
More like solitaire if your cards are aligned then you win every time b
Hey man what's wrong with you
Fuck you looking at nigga
I'm still trying to find out nigga
Hold up hold up oh we got a problem here
We got a problem
cussed out by my mama
Herpes in my blood and that shit got me cryin'
I really got feelings, you see without science
Somebody ain't real, I'ma cut my
on my neck
Got used to being left
Curved by all my Ex
I was in distressed
Can’t let the pressure press cause I got the next
[Verse 2]
Fuck what they
swear to Jésus your booty's insane
And it's got the same logic as Cain, doable
And if it's mutual you should
Know I'm ready to slay
This might sound
eyes I see you and I
You inspiring the music I'm creating
Girl we ain't got time to keep waiting
Nah nah Yeah you put me in a trance
If you ain't got no
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