| Hook: I’ve got problems
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| In my fucking house
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| Bitch would you please
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| Get the fuck out
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| Trust these hoes, they all slick
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| I found out, they ain’t shit
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| Almost was played by my main bitch
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| Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick
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| I’m paperchasing, trying to get rich
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| On a 68 tour with my clique
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| She hit me while I’m on the floor and was like
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| Ain’t shit bad cause moms finna unite
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| I say bad, when its cool
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| But now, check what this hoe do Slickly moving momma in my house
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| Cause picture the whole wild she put out
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| Now dat ain’t even the half of it Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins
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| Baby got comfortable in my shit
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| Showing off dust and trailings after they piss
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| Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing
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| Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
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| Mom laying in my lazy boy
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| Kids jamming tapes in my VCR
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| Flipping my TV like a light switch
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| God can only stop me from killing this bitch
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| I’m on the way back to my crib
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| I pull up, this can’t be how I live
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| I jump out ready, to start fucking
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| I’m pissed off, mad and disgusted
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| Bitch tryna give me a excuse
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| It ain’t nothing you can say or do You ask the mind state, to do the bad
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| You ain’t said nothing bout cha whole fam
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| Look at my shit, it’s fucked up At least smell like a project cut
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| You ain’t had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before I go raw
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| And mess around in here and catch a charge
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| You don showed me, you ain’t shit
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| You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch
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| Look what you don caused in my house
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| Before you get pissed (the whip) get out
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| Hook: I’ve got problems
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| In my fucking house
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| Bitch would you please
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| Get the fuck out
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| Here’s another fucked up episode
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| My cousin came to visit from Chicago
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| I ain’t saying since we was young bucks
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| I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas
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| So why he down visiting, he staying wit me I put him under surveilence longer than a week
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| He don’t put 100% in his hygenes
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| He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz
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| He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free
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| He ain’t cleaning behind his self, he think it’s the double tree
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| I’m almost to the point to ask him
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| Whats happening? |
| But I know, he get smart, I’ma slap him
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| Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend
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| I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland
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| I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers
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| Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over
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| So happen that I’m finished a day early
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| And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch
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| I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub
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| Sofa’s ripped, tape is broke and it’s full of weed smokers
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| Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
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| I’ma knock-out, I can’t believe what he did to my house
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| Hook: I’ve got problems
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| In my fucking house
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| Bitch would you please
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| Get the fuck out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Problems , by - B.G.. Song from the album Checkmate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп