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problem / all dat playing - damjonboi lyrics

[part i: problem]

[intro]
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)
ayy

[verse]
pop two p’s, hit two b*tches at the same time
i got all foreign b*tches on my main line (yeah)
feds all in my business, talkin’ ’bout gang ties
kobe in the clutch, better duck, b*tch, game time
wish i would let a n*gga trick me out my spot (never)
wish i would jump off a bridge for some f*ckin’ tw*t
n*gga shot me four times, i left the hospital like pac
just because i f*cked your ho, n*gga, that don’t make me your opp
i can’t even chill in my own hood, man, that b*tch be hot
got a n*gga b*tch with me right now, man, i need to stop
did my lil’ dance on that— now i feel like pops
you would swear my name was tez the way i keep a glock
a couple n*ggas switched up on me, i might just k!ll ’em
coupe like a wayne album, it ain’t got no ceilings (f*ck)
my fans tellin’ me to drop, but really, i’ve been chillin’
really, i’ve been boolin’, catch him lackin’, shoot him
i heard them boys be tryna slide, but they ain’t got no aim
wastin’ all them f*ckin’ bullets, we gon’ bust your brain
made me laugh when i seen my old b*tch with a lame
how you tryna earn some stripes off a n*gga with no name?
give a f*ck about them hoes, n*gga, let’s get this pape’
talkin’ ’bout n*ggas snitchin’, but you told, you 1090 jake
walk a n*gga down like paid in full, open up that safe
n*gga caught a warrant from some tickets, you ain’t catch no case
got some bullsh*t on my mind and i just need to vent
if that headshot a ten, i might pay the rent
you probably think i’m lyin’ if i tell you what i spent
can’t talk about sendin’ no shooters, they already sent
i got some b*tches in the o, i’m on my way to kent
just had a date where my kids eatin’ steak and shrimp
all my b*tches bring me bags, somethin’ like a pimp
haha
[chorus]
everybody gettin’ money, what’s the problem, then?
if we don’t know where n*ggas at, we gon’ follow ’em
she was talkin’ all that classy sh*t, now she swallowin’
get a couple likes on ig, now she modelin’
everybody gettin’ money, what’s the problem, then?
if we don’t know where n*ggas at, we gon’ follow ’em
she was talkin’ all that classy sh*t, now she swallowin’
get a couple likes on ig, now she modelin’

[part ii: all dat playing]

[intro]
(damjonboi)
ayy

[verse]
boss up on my old hoes
old confused*ass n*ggas stole my old flow
main b*tch a yellowside b*tch in rose gold (okay)
f*ck what you had, n*gga, where the pros go?
ayy
n*gga, go the other way, take a detour (uh*huh)
on the yacht spillin’ rose on my diors
n*gga, i done made a couple dollars, i’m just tryna see more
monclers in the winter if i’m with my b*tch in b’more
white 1’s, golden state jersey when i’m in the bay
throwback deion sanders when i’m in the a (okay)
n*ggas ain’t havin’ no motion, you just in the way
talkin’ ’bout she want a bag, send her to the k
n*gga, i’ll cook this sh*t in front of you like i’m dr. dre
i don’t even wanna f*ck this b*tch, she gon’ wanna stay
and i made twenty right in front of him, caught another play
everybody dissin’ everybody, you can catch a stray
get your motherf*ckin’ pape’, sh*t, that’s all i’m sayin’
you done got your ho f*cked, n*gga, all that playin’
ain’t no funny camera tricks, n*gga, my sh*t dance
i heard that n*gga had a pole and he still ran

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