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problems - swan franklin lyrics

(intro)
facts doe
facts doe
facts doe
uh , yeah
facts doe
facts doe
yea

* verse 1
strapped up and they can’t even see it
play wit me boy you gone need a deacon
play wit me boy i just need a reason
overseas man we don’t need no visa
ain’t no caption these really my people
in the states i be feeling illegal
im trying to clean up my methods
it ain’t no s on my chest

i gotta thank god i’m blessed
i been lurking the streets wit some demons
i had to put god on my chest
guide me while i’m walking thru hеll
looking for problems we got them on salе
you get em half off if you working with 12
follow the leader
if she swallow keep her
these boring ass b*tches got me f*cking sleepy
biting on the d*ck like its a snicker
use ya tongue b*tch i thought u was freaky
p*ssy water man they call that hoe fiji
told ya i’m coming just gotta believe me

i like em spicy
b*tch ain’t got no seasoning
rolling dis dice like dis sh*t ain’t illegal
ain’t gotta think twice when it come to my people
kept it solid ain’t no way i won’t feed ya

(bridge)
facts doe
can’t stand when a b*tch act tho
you was hating dog i already know
ain’t worried bout no petty sh*t
no
i got real problems real pain
i got real issues can’t explain
that’s why a n*gga roll up mary jane
im just trying to ease my pain
yeah
facts doe
say ya finna pull up where you at tho
ill have them fools posted at cha door
talking crazy now ya chewing on a scope
now they gotcha wife getting strange
dat was just a lil bit of change
need mine all day no games
need a bad lil b*tch mary jane
yeah

hook
facts doe can’t stand when a b*tch act tho
you was hating dog i already know
i ain’t worried bout no petty sh*t
no
i got real problems real pain
i got real issues can’t explain
need mine all day no games
im just trying to ease my pain
yeah

* verse 2
they doubted me
now they sit back like they proud of me
major player boy im out cha league
been some places you won’t never see
f*ck ya team im da referee
yeah im official
n*ggas hating on they own n*ggas
flag on the play
blow da whistle
pulling up in da whip like i stole it
it ain’t a b*tch i can’t fold

you can keep her dog she just want gold
b*tch fine but she ain’t got no soul

problems i don’t need those
might set you up just to rob ya

these b*tches sharp but i’m sharper
i keep them clippers like barbers
yeah

i just made a lil bit of money
ima keep a lit bit coming
she said the d*ck on her mind
its about to be in your stomach

sacrifices boy ain’t no favors
where the cash now we playing in the majors
heard you broke hope that sh*t ain’t contagious
speaking my language if you can talk paper

(bridge)
back doe
can’t stand when a b*tch act doe
you was hating dog i already know
i ain’t worried bout no petty sh*t
no
i got real problems real pain
i got real issues can’t explain

das why a n*gga roll up mary jane
im just trying to ease my pain
yeah
facts
say ya finna pull up where ya at
ill have them fools posted at your door
talking crazy now you chewing on a scope
now they got your wife getting strange
that was just a lil bit of change
need mine all day no games
need a bad lil b*tch mary jane
yea

- swan franklin lyrics

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