歌詞

I got two hundred problems But a bitch ain't one All these niggas' pussy Like a cat got their tongue I'm just tryna to show you How to make it in life I'm to show you How to not fake the hype I got two hunned problems Being rich ain't one Too many condoms These bitches want son Trapping every night Yeah, we trap every night Beat the pussy up Then I eat it with fries You want to beef at Macdonalds These bitches giving you problems You got your got your phone so you call them All my hoes know I solve them I don't go back and forth I take her ass to the north She say you niggahs are soft She take my cum with a straw She like the rum when it's raw Catching no feelings at all All my niggas All my niggas All my niggas Tryna make their pockets bigger All my niggas All my niggas All my niggas Tryna make their niggas richer (Yeah dawg,that's some Ubuntu shit right there,we've been through the struggle) All my niggas All my niggas All my niggas Tryna make their seven figures I see all of these niggas drowning That's why they're always snorting mountains I'm a king,I need a fucking crowning Tryna make it out the public housing Free my niggas locked up in the jail I swear the government wants us fail They want us dropping out of high school To tell our teachers we got dope to move Fuck the penitentiary My pen is always helping me To help my niggers make it bigger gee To help my nigger taste the victory My bitches are bad and ratchet Tryna make it in higher tax bracket These niggas are hustling backwards Never catching why she's dating a Sasquatch Secure the bag, secure the bag They getting mad I'm in the trap, I'm in the trap Just counting racks
Writer(s): Gosego Keitsemore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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