99problemz - cincotheflexgod lyrics
i could never be worried about none these n*ggas
i’m knocking sh*t out the park, make one call h*ll of n*ggas goin’ slide
i’m in this b*tch after dark, looking like i’m mad but i’m really just high
walk out the spot with a whole lot of racks on me, n*gga i’m not a regular guy
how you goin’ tell me that you was just down to ride when you know you ain’t ready to die
i’m in the b*tch with the gang, no homixide but i won’t be surprised if they catch one
i’m in this b*tch smoking gas with my foot on the gas
and i know that these n*ggas won’t catch up
i’m in this b*tch smoking gas, and my b*tch is so bad yeah you know this that motherf*cking pressure
b*tch i’m in love with the money, i’m keeping it on me, my wallet italian leather
i got a girl that’s goin’ give me some good brain
man that b*tch shoulda been a professor
one thing bout’ me, is that i could never fold, i don’t even got clothes in my dresser
one thing bout’ me, it’s something you’ll never know
i don’t even like to ask for directions
i can f*ck it up all by myself
don’t even want you to offer your help
i’m lost at sea but i turned michael phelps
rockstar jeans with a rockstar belt
i’m finna’ f*ck it up all by myself
i’m finna’ f*ck it up all by myself
she be sub*tweeting, but talk bout’ herself
in a h*llcat at the gates of h*ll
order from grailed just came in the mail
not even my problem, they hate me oh well
99 problems and b*tches is two
b*tch i’m that n*gga, the f*ck i’m goin’ do?
at least i been honest, but what about you?
you can’t even walk in my shoes cause’ they new
she be sub*tweeting, but talk bout’ herself
in a h*llcat at the gates of h*ll
order from grailed just came in the mail
not even my problem, they hate me oh well
99 prob*
i’m knocking sh*t out the park, make one call h*ll of n*ggas goin’ slide
i’m in this b*tch after dark, looking like i’m mad but i’m really just high
walk out the spot with a whole lot of racks on me, n*gga i’m not a regular guy
how you goin’ tell me that you was just down to ride when you know you ain’t ready to die
i’m in the b*tch with the gang, no homixide but i won’t be surprised if they catch one
i’m in this b*tch smoking gas with my foot on the gas
and i know that these n*ggas won’t catch up
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