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atlas - problems كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: atlas]
yo
look p-ssy
you don’t want no problem
you don’t want no problem
bet that i can solve em get up in my city
i’ma find a way, i’ma find a way
i been grinding every single day
you motherf-ckers backwards, all so retrograde
i been mobbin mobbin since the second grade
got a new home, gotta renovate
you been wit’ your parents tryna rent a place
i’m all about the business so i’m getting paid and i
take a breath as when i write a rap is like am making meth
get your lady s-xed, if you ain’t impressed
on verizon ship as all i make is checks
got a little cess with some hindi necks
full of pretty b-tches in my limo stretch
saw these rappers talking like they can’t compete us
in our standard [feat but you?] choose the second best
if you next to me upon the pedestal
you can bet yourself it’s all you’ll ever be
me and crosby always got the hardest bars
still we whip em up without a recipe
and all these labels trying to invest in me
but their signing bonus get an x from me
all my exes must admit they kinda mad we done
cus’ i been rapping son and they been flexing grace
got a couple dollars and an ugly -ss boyfriend

[verse 2: crosby]
look n-gg-
you don’t want no problem
you don’t want no problem

hate to have to solve it
fate is what they call it in the grey impala
banging tame impala
pays to be a scholar, mama told me finish college
but i saw dollars in the product, really?
compet-tion i ain’t seen it lately, yeah you n-gg-s talking
but we see you fakin’
imma be the greatest you just be the latest
i just get creative then i see the payment

yo
n-gg- get out of my face, n-gg- surrounding the place
ya
mind has been cloudy for days, making a thousand a day
ya
b-tches get pounded away, apartment is crowded with haze
ya
livin’ like it never matter for lately we all up on the platter, this lavish
n-gg-s claiming they the baddest, i had it
crowds rappin n-gg-s scattin’ the chatter
ceased to exist, g on the wrist
double that on my b-tch for a treat to the rits
lord forgive me for the weed in my p-ss
with it stored up in me put you deep in the abyss
award acclaiming rolling deep in the styx
with a horde of centuries tryna reach to the cliques if you want

- atlas

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