Lyrics Wild Nights - Problem

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Watch these hoes, they quick to tell you what these bums say
Shut your trap, bitch, you messy as a subway
Where I'm from, B.S. only end one ways
It's all good 'til that pillow talk turn to gunplay
Niggas should feel gay askin' 'bout another man
Give you the finger, then I knock you with the other hand
Fuck them clicks, fuck them likes, I'm the top rhymin'
Long way from Sacks eatin' Top Ramen
Just gettin' high, yeah, it's time to bring them cars out
Need to smoke, little decks, pull them cards out
You best be ready if you tryna go the war route
Everybody get shot, you would think we bought a bar out
Baby schooled me, now we zoomin' up Mulholland Drive
Look my way, she tried to trip, told her, "Shut up and drive"
She knew to listen, other bitches blowin' up my phone
She started yellin', told her, "Quick, you better watch your tone"
In the car, P don't argue 'less it's 'bout the bread
Ain't 'bout shit without the chips, like a county spread
Hit your baby momma house, had her spread her legs
Bust my nut and then I dip before she make the bed
Yeah, I'm a dawg but the Eagle bark
[?] butcher but I'll make 'em tear your meat apart
Ferrari swervin', pull up servin' all you garbage cans
Hit the stash, one hunnid grand in a target bag
We used to play the hill cat, birdie BMW
Bottles and free dope'll have these bitches lovin' you
Shipment just came in, active, go pick it up
We got the best grey, yeah, they try to skip it up
The money good but I'm feelin' funny inside
Swear I ain't been the same since Jen died
Since the funeral, I cried like ten times
I still ain't over it, if I could keep it ten dimes
Drop my eyes, keep it movin', I got bags to get
Smellin' like weed in a boujeest establishments
You girl a bop though I didn't, yeah, I coulda hit her
Coke head, you shoulda seen how that sugar hit her
Loud pipes, wild nights, shorty, that's my life
I take one 'fore I let you take one for me
Shoutout my homie, Gizzle, she's a fresh ass *bleep*
I fuck all the hoes, please save some for me
Yeah, it's all about the money, man, these niggas don't matter
Rich or broke, poor or rich, man, these niggas gon' chatter
Baby tryna come up so she lookin' for ladders
Beef time, yeah, I swear we put these niggas on platters
And eat 'em up
Instead of shootin' niggas, yeah, I'd rather beat 'em up
'Cause if we pop, nigga's gon' tell and we gon' be in cuffs
Diamond Lane, we for playin', it's just me and luck
Niggas like us 'cause we been on their song, let's keep it buck
I was livin' in my Honda with my first born
Took a tax, it came as me like a good porn
Jaylen came then my temper made it change some
Studio on Derm, pull my shotty out on day ones
Had to let these niggas know I'm on that dumb shit
You come in here and disrepect me, I'ma bust this
I'ma give it to you raw like a slap, bitch
Problem, the one nigga y'all don't wanna fuck with
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