paroles de chanson Problem - Swifty McVay

I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
You wonder what's the problem.
McVay is your problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem
This is what a nine does
Inner inside your mendula, I'm a god.
Ricochet and hit the bitch standing beside you.
You laying down with tubes in your mouth,
They ride you around me.
You wanna talk loud and disses,
Then you see me at the club
Tryna pull me to the side and whisper
I'm a dog with giant balls, and bitch you got whiskers
I'm pimped, and I'll back-slap your mistress in an instant.
The sooner they see me in the hood, they hop fences,
I'll shoot through their gate in their ass out like delicious.
Are you vicious as your government name is alluicious.
The only nigga that can distribute a thousand stitches.
I don't use a box cutter for cutting boxes, I'll slice your ass if you happen to douple-cross us.
When I get naucious, I throw a body parts, be cautious.
You might see me spitting out arm pits.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
You wonder what's the problem.
McVay is your problem.
I'm rounchy as bostin, say I'm mentally off-beat
Run and see your citizens over, when they car streets.
All I see is wolves, that is born to abuse shit.
They don't like to talk, they don't even listen to music.
I was raised a nuisance, murders therapeutic.
I'll stab you so fast your body be squirtin' blue shit.
Yeah I live evil, I come from where evil lives.
Raised with vultures so hungry, you can see their ribs.
You don't wanna fuck with me, an animal, huntin' meat.
On these streets, all I see is cats on an upper tree.
I can tear that bitch down, nigga talk that shit now,
I will lay you down like pegging owl in a six round.
Carsinal, prepare your fam shake like carcases
Ricochet your body like paint ball. Droppin' them.
Catch me with a beeng real, while I stand on top of them,
Pressing my foot inside his neck, I'm a problem.
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
You wonder what's the problem.
McVay is your problem.
(Oh we got a problem here?)
(We got a problem here?)
Now here's the problem, D12 kuniva, the only niggas that get mad and sweat lava.
Money marking, meth mouths, true survivors, jumbo.
My wife's power pellet, they riders.
Signs strange and snow gooms, from the doom gods,
Trick trick, boom squad, aiming for a scooter.
Johnson borthers, they shooters, you can't prove wrong.
Shaqiua Snow got the head of Medusa-
Lady Luck, wassup? Se? She scared to let them know.
Maestro, Don Q, Seven Degeneral.
We the problem, and I'm not just talking lyrical,
Everyone's eligible, to make you hospitital.
IV's, shitting bags, lay in a critical condition,
But darts in your heart, tryna look in to you.
Disgusted, despicable attitude, is the wrong one,
To fuck with, or you forever have a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
Your fuckin' with a problem.
I'm nothin' but a problem.
I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a... I'm a...
Problem.
You wonder what's the problem.
McVay is your problem.