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letra de problem - kreaze

she wanted a problem
she stays with me every night
i never f-ck with a mag
got sweat on my body she’s l!ckin’ the tip i won’t eat she be callin’ me daddy
never got a stack in the past so i flipped up my life and i’ve got me a fatty
she just been drippin’ i whip it up in her p-ssy but that equals a wetty

i still live in europe my music goes global and with it i got me a stack
the police be trackng me down till the death jut they stupid and can’t even track
i’m making my music a 9 to 5 job and the mainstream still calling me wack
shorty in my room with lingerie on her body and that ass i finna smack that
got eyes on her body, rides me like harley
yet i’m still f-cking a queen
running up dem benz and dem commas
vvs and yeh we begin
to stack up the bread sp-cin’ on cake everyday we boutta sin
one time in the past.. fell in love never ever on that bad sh-t again

cus we be fallin’ in love
drug me, od me yeh fast
you bring the pain baby
lookin’ flee wit my necklace
look at my bankaccount running up numbers in seconds we’re calling it magic
they’re callin’ me messi with b-tches vip be
constantly scoring dem hattricks

lay low on the side
steady watching
then we pop out
f-cked up
you know why
catching everything and fall down
where i come from riverside
never lacking or they bust out
keep your mouth shut all the time
always running till they’re trust’s down

she wanted a problem
she stays with me every night
i never f-ck with a mag
got sweat on my body she’s l!ckin’ the tip i won’t eat she be callin’ me daddy
never got a stack in the past so i flipped up my life and i’ve got me a fatty
she just been drippin’ i whip it up in her p-ssy but that equals a wetty

she wanted a problem
she stays with me every night
i never f-ck with a mag
got sweat on my body she’s l!ckin’ the tip i won’t eat she be callin’ me daddy
never got stacks in the past so i flipped up my life and i’ve got me a fatty
she just been drippin’ i whip it up in her but but her p-ssy equals a wetty

rolling through the country
with a backpack with no money
got my sh-t on a record you think it’s funny
y’all thought we was zero but now we’re hundred
paper printed plans not subjective
b-tches always lying be objective
i can find a snitch like detective
hands of my b-tch be protective

i’m not the one who’s gon’ count it up
i’m the one who’s gon’ f-ck it up
20 blunts still it ain’t enough
now i got your b-tch in my cup

but she wanna meet me in daylight
i wanna s-x and caress her at nighttime
doing dirty things while making a nightdrive
she remembers me during her lifeline

she wanted a problem
she stays with me every night
i never f-ck with a mag
got sweat on my body she’s l!ckin’ the tip i won’t eat she be callin’ me daddy
never got a stack in the past so i flipped up my life and i’ve got me a fatty
she just been drippin’ i whip it up in her p-ssy but that equals a wetty

- kreaze

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