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Young Man – Problem Bonus Track Lyrics

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I love all my bitches
Thats my fuckin problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin
Problem
Imma milk all of em
Cause they fuckin cowards
I love red bitches
Theres just something bout em
But Im gettin better pussy from a brown one
Been schoolin yall niggas, Im your alma mater
Im the shit
Where the fly swatter
I know you likin who you eatin on
Make me think about all them nights we got a
Threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like your
Teeth are gone
If your friends hatin on you, fuck em
To each his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I sleep em off
Like it just be callin me
I need to turn my ringer off
Aint a fuckin singalong
Unless you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the stars
Thats where we belong
Fuck that shit you talk
I beat that pussy like production
Or like Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer
Nigga, gimme what youve got
Take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self
Destruction
She looked me in my eyes and said
Man, I aint worried bout nothin
I said shorty, you a beast
I love bad bitches
Okay, whats the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up
Imma fuckin drown her
Im wildin in public schools and public housing
Cant afford failure, Im just browsing
I was 15 with 100, 000
And if you talk trash
Imma fuckin possum?
And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem
You know what it is, armed robbery.
Tunechi
I heard em tell me Go get em, young
I havent seen a movie since I started livin one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin drunk
Smokin like a point guard, no look, passin blunts
Fuck you talkin bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to
Match
And niggas schemin on what I had, but
We gon put money in the bag or a body in the
Bag You choose
And all these new bitches old news
Throwin stacks at em like Thats prolly gon
Bruise
And every dream girl that I fucked came true
Now every night feels like deja vu
And the hatins no use, she aint waitin on you
I tell a baby, Tell ya man kick rocks with no
Shoes
And I murder that pussy, and I aint leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her
Swallow all the proof
That sick shit, a mill, yeah, Im a fuckin problem
Im fine wit it, though, bitches like fuckin
Problems
And I cant solve shit if Im the fuckin problem
Just know I got em, let me know if theres a
Fuckin problem
Out the city, but you cant take the city out em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin out
Em?
Long story short, money always colorblind
She blew the team for some Red Bottoms
Euro
I love bad bitches, thats my fuckin problem
Had a few ugly bitches, but I had to hide em
Cant live with em, cant live without em
Cant trust them hoes poking holes up in
Condoms
Put her ass on a brush, she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids, do that make you
Childish?
Now she say I got a fuckin problem
Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about
Her
Her hair blown out like the 80s
I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum, shell
Pay me
I aint looking for a lady, call was meant to get
You Hitch
I aint looking for a wife, I need a one night trick
That can ride it like that, suck it like this
Hit it from the back in the back of the whip
Im a Mac, Im a pimp girl
You dont need make up with a Mac on your lips
She drive a X5, beefin with her ex man
Baby Im a dog and a DMX fan
Told myself I wouldnt mess with my ex again
Popped a lil x then I tried to explain
I keep it too real to ever be a lame
Too many girls in this world, yall can be lame
She all on my dick cause I got street fame
Tell that thirsty ass bitch dont speak my name
Kidd Kidd, a nut from the 9
Tell em dont worry bout me, Im just fine
Girl if you comin with me then lets ride
See I know you want money, so dont waste my
Time
Uh, wear that ass out, fuck her till we pass out
Fuck a hotel, we goin to my mans house
Scratch that, your baby mama was an amp tray
We treat that pussy like some good weed and
Pass that yay
To my niggas, she fuck my niggas
Bought some bitches and she was wit it
With you she wasnt, but she did it
She let you lick it, but never stick it
You be trippin, you say you fallen, nigga you
Slippin
Uh, stupid ass nigga tryna fall in love
If I fall its gon be from too many drugs
You asking questions bout what she was
With the Rida Gang, she told you in the club
Hahaha

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