no problem (remix) - tokyo jetz lyrics
[verse 1: trina]
trina!
i ain’t need no n-gga for no paper, i’m a boss
trophy with this money, i’m a motherf-ckin boss
can’t get caught up with no broke n-gga, excuses and problems
he was lookin for a bad b-tch, ain’t your f-ckin mama
40 dollar -ss, n-gga broke down, man
always need a f-ckin lone, n-gga, peddy -ss n-gga
you got too much bagage, with no pot to p-ss in
no money, no respect, don’t expect me to listen
respect you? respect who
f-ck you mean, when you ain’t even know what respect do
i walk it like i talk it, n-ggas intimodated
i’m the baddest b-tch, when your c-ck is frustrated
[chorus: tokyo jetz]
like let me get him
need no n-gga for no paper
can you holla
n-gga i don’t need yo problems nah f-ck that
you prolly got a b-tch, come wit a kid
come wit a ring, come wit a crib
and i ain’t got no time to chill wit no p-ssy
like let me get him
need no n-gga for no paper
can you holla
n-gga i don’t need yo problems nah f-ck that
you prolly got a b-tch, come wit a kid
come wit a ring, come wit a crib
and i ain’t got no time to chill wit no p-ssy
[verse 2: tokyo jetz]
i can’t be f-ckin wit no n-ggas that be f-ckin wit no b-tch
cause my p-ssy way too good to let you put it in yo mix
wit yo messy -ss bm in my dm
steady reaching b-tch you tweakin
goin live end that sh-t
b-tch go inside
call yo n-gga set him straight
b-tch you can’t put me in my place
you ain’t even on my level this like dancin wit the devil
he ain’t tell me sh-t about you ole stupid -ss
i see you lurking on fake pages ole groupie -ss
please don’t make me hurt yo feelings
don’t come at me as a woman
b-tch don’t put me in yo business
give no f-ck about yo children
split that p-ssy n-gga lip
kick him out hoe make a move
cause b-tch i ain’t for playing games
but i ain’t never played to lose
[chorus: tokyo jetz]
like let me get him
need no n-gga for no paper
can you holla
n-gga i don’t need yo problems nah f-ck that
you prolly got a b-tch, come wit a kid
come wit a ring, come wit a crib
and i ain’t got no time to chill wit no p-ssy
like let me get him
need no n-gga for no paper
can you holla
n-gga i don’t need yo problems nah f-ck that
you prolly got a b-tch, come wit a kid
come wit a ring, come wit a crib
and i ain’t got no time to chill wit no p-ssy
[verse 3: tokyo jetz]
aye picture this
we outta town
we took a trip cause we was bored
we on the phone late night
he tryna tell me he in love b-tch he tryna meet my momma
i done let him ‘round lil aiden
p-ssy n-gga met my daddy
he want me to have his baby nah f-ck that
swear he ain’t got no b-tch
but she all on facebook
she posting pictures wit his jhits
and i just blocked his number
he keep callin’ back to back
hoe i just did you a favor
how you actin’ like you mad, dizzy b-tch
i shoulda just been petty
picked up like we busy b-tch
godd-mn you aggravating
leave me alone i sent his dog -ss home
and you love his dog -ss she like this where he belong b-tch you dumber than i thought
[chorus: tokyo jetz]
like let me get him
need no n-gga for no paper
can you holla
n-gga i don’t need yo problems nah f-ck that
you prolly got a b-tch, come wit a kid
come wit a ring, come wit a crib
and i ain’t got no time to chill wit no p-ssy
like let me get him
need no n-gga for no paper
can you holla
n-gga i don’t need yo problems nah f-ck that
you prolly got a b-tch, come wit a kid
come wit a ring, come wit a crib
and i ain’t got no time to chill wit no p-ssy
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