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letra de problem - blakeiana

[intro]
(go grizz)
i’m a f-ckin’ problem, n-gga
ayy

[chorus]
i’m a f-ckin’ problem, n-gga, blame it on my mama (blame it on my mama)
entangled with four n-ggas (woo), then blame it on my trauma (d-mn)
lookin’ in the mirror, i ain’t seen a b-tch no finer (i ain’t seen a b-tch no)
lil’ girl and these aged hoes, spank ’em like a toddler (yop)
i’m a f-ckin’ problem, n-gga (a f-ckin’ problem)
blame it on my mama, n-gga (sh-t, it ain’t my fault)
spank ’em like a toddler, n-gga (belt to buns, ho)
i don’t know no b-tch finer than me (tuh)

[verse 1]
it’s a whole lot of money, cars, n-ggas, hoes
if they standin’ in the way, they gettin’ ran over
i get so high up off the hate, i hate bein’ sober (i hate bein’ sober)
stеady f-ckin’ with his mind, he better usе a trojan
i’m the type to take your man and still keep mine (keep mine)
i ain’t givin’ n-ggas sh-t but the peace sign (bye)
she couldn’t keep up if i gave her enough time (catch up, ho)
turn the lights off, bet a b-tch still shine
uh, i’m a problem, n-gga, blame it on my daddy (blame it on my daddy)
can’t see myself with n-ggas, these n-ggas be too ‘vested (for real)
i’ll block you while you typin’, i got a petty fetish
and i’m a turnt youngster, that’s why these hoes jealous (that’s why they mad)
[chorus]
i’m a f-ckin’ problem, n-gga, blame it on my mama (blame it on my mama)
entangled with four n-ggas (woo), then blame it on my trauma (d-mn)
lookin’ in the mirror, i ain’t seen a b-tch no finer (i ain’t seen a b-tch no)
lil’ girl and these aged hoes, spank ’em like a toddler (yop)
i’m a f-ckin’ problem, n-gga (a f-ckin’ problem)
blame it on my mama, n-gga (sh-t, it ain’t my fault)
spank ’em like a toddler, n-gga (belt to buns, ho)
i don’t know no b-tch finer than me (tuh, ayy)

[verse 2]
f-ck bein’ humble (f-ck bein’ humble), my c-ckiness too hefty
n-gga gotta walk across the ocean to impress me (show me somethin’)
i’m a walkin’ s-x appeal (yop), it’s poster girl, caress me (uh-huh)
he ain’t never had a bad b-tch until he met me (nope)
i’m outside steady puttin’ belt to ass ’cause i’m petty (petty ass)
her n-gga gave me dumb head, ed, edd n eddy (sheesh)
i been eatin’ good, ain’t leavin’ ’em no seconds (uh-uh)
i can drop a pic right now, all you b-tches gettin’ buried (all you hoes gettin’ buried)
it was forty in my fila, now that forty in givenchy
i been givin’ n-ggas h-ll, got ’em wonderin’ who sent me (who the f-ck?)
and i don’t give a motherf-ck if it ain’t makin’ me a penny (it ain’t makin’ me a penny)
k!ll these b-tches left and right, lord forgive me for my sinnin’ (god, please)

- blakeiana

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