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problem - chachi's revenge كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
league of stars
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
di-d-d-di di-diamond lane

[verse 1]
my baby mamas say i wasn’t sh-t, and at first i used to believe ‘em
now they on my d-ck, ’cause a young n-gga out here eatin’
every time i hop in my whip, i light one of my pre-rolls
at gettin’ gwap, i’m gucci, without the ice cream cone
sticking to that g-code, i take a shot then reload
only f-ck with my street folk ’cause these rap n-ggas too emo
forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes
pump bucking at fake f-cks ’cause like pimps they need hoes
blaow! bloaw! oh my lord – my ho and my chain gold
life be my b-tch and that ho move when i say so
good in my ‘hood, yeah, i play the block like lego
real goons on my payroll – i save money, you save hoes
mountain high, i range rove, to the top on you n-ggas
if this was ’09 i would’ve been socking on n-ggas
f-ck that, rather profit on n-ggas – toe tag every beat louis give me
oh yeah i’m a problem, oh mama, no condoms
we’re yelling out “f-ck all you p-ssies”

[hook]
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though
we ain’t never struggle together
we ain’t made no money together…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
so go that way, hoe…

[verse 2]
they mad i made it, that’s why i be smiling so much
i’m k!lling these n-ggas, but d-mn it’s some b-tches i’m dying to f-ck
100 on records, these rappers is p-ssies, be lying too much
approach and then pop ‘em, my boy, i ain’t really with iron too much
try your luck – better be bad, bruh
you’ll lose that breath, no asthma
keep a b-tch coming like cash, huh?
money ain’t funny, no laughter
it’s coming from my sides, n-gga
it’s all winners ’round me…
in a room full of p-ssies, all i see is dinners ’round me
well i eat ‘em up – ysl centre, adida’d up
you hug that b-tch, you luh that b-tch
i only call that ho when i need to f-ck
got another ‘cycle, i just filled it up
an another one i don’t event tough
my goonies on you, i’d better warn you boy
quack! quack! you might need to duck

[outro]
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though
we ain’t never struggle together
we ain’t made no money together…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
i don’t give a f-ck about you, though…
so go that way, hoe…

- problem

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