Nabízeno v

Kredity

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey McCullough
Corey McCullough
Songwriter

Texty

Problem, problem, that's just my problem
Problem, problem, that's just my problem
Lil' hoe, you a problem
Freaky lil' hoe, get lit out the bottle
Bit got a throat n it growls like a throttle
Just tryna fuck, ain't tryna holla
You get out the line who you callin
Ain't tryna talk im about my dollar
Fuck, ****, it's not my bitch
Bitch, we ain't talkin' bout nothin
I ain't tryna hit that shit
Don't be mad at me
Because your pussy smell like fish
Don't you hate on me
Because your bitch like this shit
Mama taught me well
But I'm still takin' risks
I live my life with sticks
Bankrolls bitches and **** with blicks
Aim for the head, I ain't doin' assist
My **** just shoot shit just like the Knicks
She like, Lil' Pack, you a problem
I ain't trippin' on no hoe
Cause she a problem
What the fuck you talkin' bout, hoe
I'm not no problem
You tryna fuck on Lil' Pack
But you got a problem
Me ain't talkin' bout no money
It's a problem
You ain't fuckin' on my bro
You got a problem
If you ain't gettin' no pape
I got a fuckin' problem
I'm quick to clock a hoe
And tell her it's not my problem
****, I ain't shit
Shoot that **** that fuck on his bitch
Pop me a pill and I'm spinnin' like six
Tryna make it hit, I ain't doin' no diss
You front some more, I send dime blitz
Anytime I know you ain't no dime bitch
Ain't even tryna talk, you a lying bitch
Ho, I don't give a fuck, you ain't mine bitch
Uh, I got a problem
I don't know why, but fuck, I wanna rob him
I don't know why I keep on sippin' out the bottle
I don't know why these bitches keep on tryna follow
You a problem
I ain't trippin' on no hoe
Cause she a problem
What the fuck you talkin' bout, hoe
I'm not no problem
You tryna fuck on Lil' Pack
But you got a problem
You ain't talkin' bout no money
It's a problem
You ain't fuckin' on my bro
You got a problem
If you ain't gettin' no pape
I got a fuckin' problem
I'm quick to clock a hoe
And tell her not my
Problem
****
Problem
Problem
Lil' Pack
Problem
****
I'm on fuck shit
Keep the 10 mil in my pocket, ****
I'm gon' bust quick
Bustin' off the bean while I'm in the pussy
So I don't nut quick
Mr. Hawkemdown, work the backseat
I'm a
Problem
Bitch
I got a problem, ****
Come get loose, hoe get turnt up off this bottle, ****
Had to block the hoe, the hoe kept tryna call her, ****
See, I'm a father, ****
So I ain't gon' argue with you
Problem
You a problem
I ain't trippin' on no hoe
Cause she a problem
What the fuck you talkin' bout, hoe
I'm not no problem
You tryna fuck on Lil' Pack
But you got a problem
Me ain't talkin' bout no money
It's a problem
You ain't fuckin' on my bro
You got a problem
If you ain't gettin' no pay
I got a fuckin' problem
I'm quick to clock a hoe
And tell her not my
Problem
Problem
Problem
Problem
Problem
Listen
Problem
Problem
Written by: Corey McCullough
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out