Lyrics

Who got a problem with me Better come solve it with me Dolce shades on I can't see Like a hippy boy I keep a piece You can't see it its tucked in the jeans Boy like Diddy boy I keep it P Ride around the city with the guap on me Got a lot on me I might skurt off right now Walk with the face down I gotta save for the buss down Tell em to see me its up now I gotta bag on me Tell her to come now She wanna talk all the time now Cause she see that I'm up now I need like 10 for the week What you pay for a feature I put on my feet She is a a dime, lemme add to the team You a phony I see how you sneeze You a phony I tell by the tee She a baddie I That's why she waking with me I stuff the racks in the jeans Bottles of Ace of Spades Ima king ima rock the Mcqueens Pull up fast just like lightning McQueen She a 10 so I gave her The Dream She keep thinking of me she said that she love me And I don't even know what that means Who got a problem with me? Better come solve it with me Dolce shades on I can't see Like a hippy boy I keep a piece You can't see it its tucked in the jeans Boy like Diddy boy I keep it P Ride around the city with the guap on me Got a lot on me I might skurt off right now Walk with the face down I gotta save for the buss down Tell em to see me its up now I gotta bag on me Tell her to come now She wanna talk all the time now Cause she see that I'm up now Acting all tough gets you smacked down, you not raw Feel like the 4th when I pop off She gotta fatty it poke when she walk Chain real heavy I lean when I walk Go ask yo baby, I get whatever I want whenever I want If he got a problem potheads ready to smoke You go a problem I hope that you don't Pull up all black windows tinted I can see you but you can't see me in it Pole on the homies like we going fishing Polo on me but I feel like Givenchy I just might get hot to say that I did it She wanna work it out girl this anti fitness Im flipping the bag gymnast Wait till im finish we eating exquisite You don't want problems boy you anti even wit it Bro got a bull dog tell em to sic em Go get em Bro got a bull dog tell em to sic em You don't want problems boy you anti even wit it Who got a problem with me? Better come solve it with me Dolce shades on I can't see Like a hippy boy I keep a piece You can't see it its tucked in the jeans Boy like Diddy boy I keep it P Ride around the city with the guap on me Got a lot on me I might skurt off right now Walk with the face down I gotta save for the buss down Tell em to see me its up now I gotta bag on me Tell her to come now She wanna talk all the time now Cause she see that I'm up now
Writer(s): Vladimir Beschetnov, Vincent Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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