Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problem, artist - Young Thug. Album song Slime Season 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
Problem |
Okay, okay, so, YSL |
We’re YSL AKA private flight gang, you know? |
Yeah, man, we’re the private flight gang, you know? |
Join in bitch |
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? |
Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound |
Smokin' that shit out the pound |
We never lost it, it ain’t nothin' to be found |
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round |
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount |
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns |
Boy that’s your problem |
I might fuck her but boy that’s your problem |
Gettin' extorted, then boy, that’s your problem |
No need for abortions, I’ll nut on your momma |
Send him up to God with no problem |
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that’s my problem (Bling |
bloaw) |
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada |
In a Bentley burnin' loud and I’m gassin' |
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I’m not ranchin' |
I done took off on a boot now I’m Paris Hilton dancing' |
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking GRAMMY |
Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud |
Sticky white birds, call 'em doves |
Implants up under my girls |
Please no-no fallin' in love, no (Never) |
I’m runnin' round with a bitch, mouth 'bout thick as a cup |
Meanwhile, they hatin', I done spent me some dubs |
And I’ma lie to that ho like a rug |
Gettin' money of course |
Blatt! |
Cookin' white like the Porsches |
Shout out to Nelly Air Forces |
Hop in that ‘Ghini ran right on your porch |
Hop out like motherfuck the doors |
Yeah, I’ma go 'head and free Offset, yeah, he a Migo (Free Offset, nigga) |
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? |
Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound |
Smokin' that shit out the pound |
We never lost it, it ain’t nothin' to be found |
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round |
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount |
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns |
Boy, that’s your problem |
I might fuck her but boy that’s your problem |
Gettin' distorted lil' boy, that’s your problem |
No need for abortions, I’ll nut on your momma |
Send him up to God with no problem |
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that’s my problem |
Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada |
Damn, we gon' try you in these streets |
We don’t G her with no sheets |
How long ago? |
'Bout a week |
All my attires are neat |
All of her friends are unique |
I wanna fuck at least three |
Can I? |
(Yeah, sheesh) |
He playin'? |
I pop him like pop tarts |
I’ma demon, only see when dark |
I look like I got a Visa card |
Private fligth gang, yeah, agree with us |
Dinosaur B’s and some C’s with us |
I like that cat bald like an eagle, bruh |
Since I ran up my racks ain’t no tamin' us |
Damn, it’s Friday, I need angel dust |
I fuck that bitch if she starin' (Yeah) |
Pull up and hop out McLarens |
Don’t say I won’t cause that’s darin' |
I’ll shoot him with a bow and arrow |
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle |
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel |
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? |
Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound |
Smokin' that shit out the pound |
We never lost it, it ain’t nothin' to be found |
These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round |
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount |
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns |
Boy that’s your problem |
I might fuck up a boy that’s your problem |
Gettin' extorted, lil' boy, that’s your problem |
No need for abortions, I’ll nut on your momma |
Send him up to God with no problem |
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that’s my problem |
Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada |
Yah, yeah |
Yah, yeah |