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letra de problems - shy glizzy

[intro: shy glizzy]
geraldo live on the track
yeah
young jefe holmes
gg
forever
oh-oh

[verse 1: shy glizzy]
who is this? this geraldo
what you smokin’? oh, gelato
i got b-tches and they model
your b-tch swallow, she need goggles
godd-mn, look at my pockets
look like i just hit the lotto
pull up valet, let ’em park it
baby i can pay your car note
yeah, yeezys, buy her heels
i solve her problems, pay her bills
i’m being real, girl i’m too trill
now baby tell me how you feel
i got hitters and they k!ll
know i still be in the field
know i be with them gorillas
tote banana clips for real
got back up, i took a fall
lil’ n-gg-, my money tall
i’m that n-gg- in dc and b-tch i ball like john wall
look at me, i’m livin’ large
remember them nights, was trappin’ hard
remember them nights i had to rob
yeah remember them nights i used to starve
remember that night i serve that tail
then the feds came into my house
remember ain’t n-body believe in me
’til i showed ’em what i’m ’bout
remember i used to pour that lean up ’til i f-ckin’ black out
this for lil’ homie in the traphouse with them f-ckin’ racks out

[chorus: quando rondo]
i’m ballin’ harder than water, i’m feelin’ like coach carter
they say the life that i’m livin’, i might not see tomorrow
i had to go out and get it ’cause i ain’t had no father
i know i gotta stay committed, that’s gon’ take me farther
y’all know this lean what i’m sippin’, my po think this vodka
upgraded from a revolver, hollows fillin’ my chopper
i’m tryna face all my problems, i need to see a doctor
i’m tryna face all my problems, i need to see a doctor

[verse 2: lil durk]
chicago streets late night, tryna catch
every time i boot up, i need a good batch
don’t wanna hit, then slide in that cat
there can’t be peace ’cause you know it’s that
you ain’t in the streets and i notice that
you left my side when i was under arrest
you left my side when i was under stress
you turned your back so i know you ain’t sh-t
how you gon’ lie and go along with the b-tch?
promise he red but i know he a crip
come to my crib, you can’t come with a b-tch
draco sh-lls, it come with a kick
we know you told and that lil’ sh-t stick
you the one know i had a gun in the whip
you the one know i had a gun on my hip
i slept on floors
shootouts where i’m from, when i grew up i couldn’t ignore it
some nights i was gettin’ too mad at myself ’cause i couldn’t record
and i couldn’t make it to your funeral, i sent my regards
hangin’ out the roof with my two fingers, f-ck the law (f-ck ’em)

- shy glizzy

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