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letra de 100 problems - onlyone

[intro]
only this, only that
shut the f-ck up

[verse 1]
you bought my girl a car to drive and birkin bags
i buy my girl garbage ties and turkey bags
told her “bag this sh-t up and i hurry back”
and i be f-cking that broad ’til it hurts my back
you on the radio, but you wack as f-ck to me
all that c0ke whipping ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
you probably never heard 36 chambers
if you never k!lled a cop then you not a real gangster
i’m in the building, dressed like a ’30s mobster
b-tches wanna talk, i’m straight, i got perfect posture
kidnap your son and brother
i beat you to death with the hammer if the hammer don’t work
i pop roofies like a date with bill cosbey
i sip lean ’til i sound like lil yachty
blow off my hand when the throwaway burst
i charge you 20 stacks and sell your -ss a throwaway verse
what’s up?

[hook]
i don’t love bad b-tches, what’s my f-cking problem?
i think i f-ck too much, i got a f-cking problem
i’m smoking weed in public, what’s the f-cking problem?
and while we on the subject, i’m a f-cking problem
i am crazy insane, i got f-cking problems
i’m addicted to pain, it’s a f-cking problem
i put dirt on your name, it ain’t a f-cking problem
guess what? life’s a b-tch, i got a hundred problems

[verse 2]
and what’s a black beetle anyway, i f-cking roach?
pull a gun, i’ll pull your tongue through your f-cking throat
k-bar, ar with a f-cking scope
i’ll put hands on your boys like the f-cking pope
yea i stabbed a white rapper to death
and i said “black lives matter” and left
the homie cooking up crack, he the raw chef
i’m playing the background, playing some sha hef
i beam up motherf-ckers like star trek
send your bodyguard to god, god bless
i shoot the top dog in the back like scarface
desperado, pulling gats from out a guitar case
if i go to prison it’s because i robbed banks
i’ll f-ck around and escape like shawshank
this lame said he was gonna murder my ma
seen him in person, he not a real murderer, nah
what’s up?

[verse 3]
if you dumb as f-ck then my sh-t is probably wack to you
i’ll rob you and sell your own dope back to you
i want a dollar for every person that cancer k!lled
i’m tryna star in thrasher / slasher films
you rats get k!lled, caps get peeled
casket sealed, pushing up daffodils
you sound like t-pain, you don’t rap for real
bu the truth is hard to swallow like a jagged pill
i’ll put rat poison in your kid’s happy meal
cut your neck, make it look like you have some gills
when you rap, you’re like a rat on a hamster wheel
i done ran a hundred pack through my vacuum seal
if you ain’t done what you rap about, there’s nothing to rap about
they ask when my album out cause they know i’m blacking out
say my name, i run up and shoot your bladder out
that’s what you get, blabbermouth
what’s up?

i don’t love bad b-tches, what’s my f-cking problem?
i think i f-ck too much, i got a f-cking problem
i’m smoking weed in public, what’s the f-cking problem?
and while we on the subject, i’m a f-cking problem
i am crazy insane, i got f-cking problems
i’m addicted to pain, it’s a f-cking problem
i put dirt on your name, it ain’t a f-cking problem
guess what? life’s a b-tch, i got a hundred problems

- onlyone

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