You know i need a buck thats my fuckin problem
That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
And yea i like to fuck i got a fucking problem (repeat three times)
We getting money, you can face the facts
I use bitches like fucking dirty rags
Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight
Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right
I love bad boys that's my fucking problem
Cold, my style making my nose run
Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.
It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
I know you ain't the fucking problem
Riding around with ms. reece and them
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