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letra de mo' problems - rocky badd

[intro]
yeah
mo’ money, mo’ problems
mo’ money, mo’ problems
mo’ money, mo’ problems

[verse 1]
even though i want it, it don’t solve sh-t
made so much happen, i’m a dog, b-tch
touch some sh-t just off of rappin’
i done been a n-gga blessin’
even gave a couple passes and they all switch
how many b-tches like me?
it ain’t enough of em
i done made b-tches freeze once i come for ’em
i done made b-tches leave, i don’t duck from ’em
i’ll slump some ‘fore they ever say i run from ’em
[verse 2]
my daddy sendin’ threats like i don’t know his ass
that’s my blood, but if he try me, i’mma blow his ass
if i touch it, i’mma use it, i don’t show the mag
had trey come and hold my money ’cause i blow it fast
i’m just a street b-tch who ain’t had much
now my circle h-lla small ’cause people bad luck
name hoe weight, i don’t need no one to hold me down
make ’em show me now
’cause ain’t no way a b-tch can hoe me now
i’ll risk it all so my people straight
took l’s, bounced back, f-ck what people say
did the sh-t they say i can’t, sh-t, i need the hate
same people say they proud, sh-t, i know it’s fake
i know they ain’t, so they link and try to plot against me
i know a snake but y’all be hip with who ain’t rockin’ with me
ain’t no bopper with me
i don’t need no p-ssies flockin with me
all my n-gga’s solid
i ain’t never seen no opp-er with me

[verse 3]
n-gga’s countin’ favours like they did some
lil’ b-tch, big heart, ain’t no hoe in there
know somebody got that, ‘fore i go in there
won’t n0body care, have my n-gga’s send some hoes in there
seen so much sh-t and only twenty-five
i know when these n-gga’s lyin’ just from what they eyes
ain’t no crossin’ lines, b-tch, it’s only me and mine’s
if it’s all on the line, b-tch, i’mma die for mine
told my brothers and my sisters not to worry ’bout it
know they got me if they ain’t got sh-t
know the sh-t the same thang, if a f-ck n-gga hang
you can catch the same sh-lls with a opp b-tch
mama raised me good, i’m a real one
real n-gga’s got a problem with me
give a f-ck if it’s a problem, i’mma still come
b-tch, and you know i got a shotta with me
[verse 4]
seen so much sh-t and never told 12
i done seen the worst sh-t like i chose h-ll
was writin’ raps while my n-gga made his dope sales
i don’t trust too many by myself in them cold cells
b-tches get on live and wanna talk about me
i’ll never let a p-ssy put some chalk around me
better be about some money when you talkin’ ’round me
and if that b-tch doin’ bad, she could never doubt me
f-ck showin’ love, n-gga’s fake and wanna see me dead
since they wanna send some shots, put it in they head
every day i make a opp, i ain’t never scared
i ain’t never care, n-gga’s die around here everywhere

- rocky badd

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