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drop that - problem lyrics

[verse 1: problem]
great ghost in my system
if you broke better fix it
oh yo p-ssy i’m a kiss it
too real for the fake sh-t
100 all day
call it bear bottle money if you call me
on strive, on god
be the mirror for every n-gga that’s in my squad
yea, everything about the figures
and the beverly sinners
shoppin with my n-ggas, turning it up
and these b-tches all see us for real
no neptunes though we got a splice with the script
like that, it’s a known fact, we at yo face with the rip
trippin, i ain’t gotta be off a pill to act a foolie on em
better round like a n-gga got a toolie on em
saw yo b-tch in the club, threw her booty on me
start poppin that sh-t
she got high and start droppin that sh-t

[hook: problem]
drop that sh-t, b-tch
for real, drop that sh-t, b-tch
she got hot in that hoe, straight drop that sh-t, b-tch
drop that b-tch, drop that b-tch
yea, drop that b-tch, drop that b-tch
yea, drop that b-tch, drop that b-tch
drop that b-tch, she got high

[verse 2: problem]
if she say she want another pill
nope, i gotta save that for my other girl
yea, it’s a thought i don’t need follow
barry told me her p-ssy’s feeding the muscato
popped a pill and i roll these like a taco
flex a b-tch like dre, yolo be the moto
n-ggas wanna hate, i’m poppin scop like a bottle
smoked me a joint, don’t worry about it tomorrow
from the same city, it’s drainin there and i follow
that sh-t prom, was hittin n-ggas with hollows
n-gga followed that, birds behind bars
never hit the league but now n-ggas is all stars
get it? (get it?)
who with it? not ya’ll
i swear i seen you hopin out a cop car
mmm, that ain’t cool
baby girl i’m that dude so

[hook: problem]

[verse 3: a2thak]
see all my n-ggas tryna bring fresh dollar bills
and all my b-tches like to twerk just to keep it trill
and all my b-tches i’ll be with, keep them tights on em
my main like to f-ck with the lights on
i be on hennessey, goose i be mixin
tatted like a cholo, pocket full of benjamins
ridin in that rari or that benz with yo bm
burner on my hip, f-ck whoever wanna see em
she choosin, she choosin, she tryna choose up
she know i’m bout that money plus i’m too much
stick to the script, f-ck a b-tch, yea literally
beat er from the back like that, got er feeling me
i be on some other sh-t, she be on another d-ck
but every time i text, man her dude turn to her ex
(bye) got her in a room straight flexin
it’s just me and her in the room naked

[hook: problem]

- problem lyrics

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