Текст песни Problem - Young Thug
Okay
okay,
so,
YSL
We're
YSL
aka
private
fly
gang
you
know
Yeah,
we're
the
private
fly
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,
nut
just
like
a
Mound
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'
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
bitch
that's
my
problem
Boy
check
out
that
Rollie
it
shine
like
a
motherfuckin'
problem
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
my
boo
now
I'm
(?)
dancin'
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
I'm
runnin'
round
with
a
bitch,
mine
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
Cookin'
white
like
the
Porsches
Shout
out
to
Nelly
Air
Forces
Hop
in
that
guinea
ran
right
on
your
porch
Hop
out
like
motherfuck
the
doors
Yeah,
I'ma
go
ahead
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,
nut
just
like
a
Mound
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'
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
bitch
that's
my
problem
Boy
check
out
that
Rollie
it
shine
like
a
motherfuckin'
problem
Damn,
we
gon'
try
you
in
these
streets
We
gon'
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
fly
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'
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,
nut
just
like
a
Mound
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'
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
bitch
that's
my
problem
Boy
check
out
that
Rollie
it
shine
like
a
motherfuckin'
problem
Yaaaaa,
yeah
Yaaaaa,
yeah
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