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Too Many Problems

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Skladba Too Many Problems vyšla 16. dubna 2020 Too Lost na albu Born 2 Win

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Skladba Too Many Problems byla v minulém týdnu nejčastěji objevena v segmentu okolo 20 sekundy od začátku.

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TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bravo the Bagchaser

Bravo the Bagchaser

Performer, Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bravo the Bagchaser

Bravo the Bagchaser

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bryan Torres

Producer

Hamish John Muir

Hamish John Muir

Producer

Texty

[Intro]

(Laudiano)

Look, look

I don't come to your mind? (Your mind)

Like none of the time? (Like none of the time?)

So you not gon' slide?

I hold my nine (Hold my nine)

Baby, one more time (Baby, one more time)

I'ma put you in line

God, send me a sign (Send me a sign)

Sippin' Rémy, not wine

I'ma put you in line

God, send me a sign (Send me a sign)

Sippin' Rémy, not wine 'cause, 'cause

[Chorus]

I got too many problems (Problems)

My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)

These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)

We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex

I got too many problems

My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)

These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)

We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex

[PostChorus]

Damn, I done bossed up

Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta

I eat steak and lobster

I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka

I, I, I can't lie

Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline

I'm so smacked, swervin'

When I hop out, everybody nervous

[Verse 1]

When I hop out, I get to bleeding shit (Bleeding shit)

Beamin' shit, beamin' shit, it's the demon kid (It's the demon kid)

If I came for a bag, I'ma leave with it (I'ma dip with it)

10K on the 'fit, I ain't cheap with it (I'm so rich with it)

And my bitch so bad, she on fleek with it (She on fleek, fleek)

Swear that shit so good, put a seed in it (Seed in it)

They done took my dawg away, can't believe this shit (Can't believe this shit)

They done took my dawg away, can't believe this shit ('Cause)

[Chorus]

I got too many problems (Problems)

My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)

These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)

We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex

I got too many problems

My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)

These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)

We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex

[PostChorus]

Damn, I done bossed up

Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta

I eat steak and lobster

I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka

I, I, I can't lie

Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline

I'm so smacked, swervin'

When I hop out, everybody nervous

[Verse 2]

Ayy, ayy, shawty like the way that I talk, mmm, damn (That I talk)

Shawty like the way that I walk, uh (Like how I walk)

'Member had that rock in my sock, bitch (Rock in my sock)

Now Bravo puttin' on for the block, ayy (For the block)

Told the opps they can talk to my Glock (Talk to my Glock)

If I see 12, hell nah, I ain't gon' stop (Hell nah, I ain't gon' stop)

Hit brick baby, no rerock (No rerock)

I got a plan, hell nah, I ain't gon' flop (Hell nah, it ain't gon' flop)

Chalk, outline your body with that chalk (With that chalk, uh)

I'm in hell, out my mind off that Wock' (Off that Wock', uh)

If it ain't 'bout the money, I don't wanna talk (Talk)

Bitch, I don't wanna talk

[Chorus]

I got too many problems (Problems)

My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)

These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)

We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex

I got too many problems

My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)

These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)

We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex

[PostChorus]

Damn, I done bossed up

Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta

I eat steak and lobster

I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka

I, I, I can't lie

Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline

I'm so smacked, swervin'

When I hop out, everybody nervous

Written by: Bryan Torres

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