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Problem

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Problem was released on June 18, 2020 by Play Hard Records Limited as a part of the album Problem - Single

Song Details

AlbumProblem - Single

Release DateJune 18, 2020

LabelPlay Hard Records Limited

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM72

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Whatface

Performer

Sharif Denny

Lead Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Whatface

Composer

Timme De Knegt

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Timme De Knegt

Producer

Lyrics

I ain’t got no ice on me wrist,

But still am the coldest,

Lad ye a younger am not gunna beef ye,

I’ve rolled on half of ye olders,

My **** way to savage n hungry,

They’ve been stickin' man up like posters,

Progress is getting made,

An they hate it but I know they notice,

I don’t sip no lean am sippin on some devilish potion,

Undeez parked in the next street,

But it’s good cos I already scoped them,

Bare stress on me head but am copin',

I must be just goin' thru the motions,

An my man turned snake,

So I walk past him like I don’t know him,

Bandanas Bally’s hoods,

Man slap strallies in the hood,

1 Maggie an am good,

An that’s your gyally getting fucked,

I said bandanas Bally’s gloves,

Man slap strallies in the hood,

One Maggie an am good,

An that’s your gyally gettin' fucked

5 an a half for a box I won’t budge,

Peng ting lookin' all caramel fudge,

Opp boys got touched rushed,

Am on his case like a judge,

Talk in code so we don’t get sussed,

An am tryna buy every yard in the hood,

An it feels so good when you start from the bottom and build yourself up,

I cut a few off why,

Cos like politicians they were movin' corrupt,

An if I see a opp an I’ve got the thing on me that’s a opp out of luck,

But to tell you the truth I ain’t got no opps,

How could they be my opps when everytime I see them they dash off,

An am on badness tryna rip up cloth,

I’m tryna make money not plans,

An I can’t waste time on hoes,

Am tryna see a few mill not just grands,

An me **** said an out on road too late,

An that’s how ye get bagged,

But I must be hard of hearing cos it’s 2am an I’m dishin' out packs,

When am in bed all I think is racks,

Change me families lives an let them relax,

Trappin' hard I might invest in some flats,

Bad bitch but she could never distract,

Order cane wrong I sent it all back,

An man caught head off ye bitch,

An to be honest it wasn’t all da,

Spanish ting she’s telling me hola,

Smokin' on ten ten gas its mad,

Elastic bands n cash,

I’m vacuum packaging wabs so there ain’t no smell in this cab,

Man lay low an just stack,

But man have to learn from lessons,

This bad bitch has got potential but she ask too much questions,

Askin were mans going,

I’m like calm down b it’s 10 to 11,

An if I don’t reach by 4,

I’ll be back shortly after 7,

Am in the bando in a suit n tie,

Like am going to a weddin,

But am really tryna get this bread in,

An they can’t take the real outta me,

Cos the Real’s embedded,

You don’t know nothing bout slappins yeah,

The only slappins you know is when you come in late an got back handed yeah,

Happy cos the pack just landed yeah,

Pussy so good yeah I think that am stuck an am stranded yeah,

Bands comin' in consistent yeah an am feelin' all bandish yeah

Written by: Timme De Knegt, Whatface

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