Текст (слова) песни: B.G. - Problems

Hook: I`ve got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out

[Verse 1]
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they ain`t shit
Almost was played by my main bitch
Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick
I`m paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 68 tour with my clique
She hit me while I`m on the floor and was like
Ain`t shit bad cause moms finna unite
I say bad, when its cool
But now, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Cause picture the whole wild she put out
Now dat ain`t even the half of it
Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins
Baby got comfortable in my shit
Showing off dust and trailings after they piss
Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing
Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my VCR
Flipping my TV like a light switch
God can only stop me from killing this bitch
I`m on the way back to my crib
I pull up, "this can`t be how I live"
I jump out ready, to start fucking
I`m pissed off, mad and disgusted
Bitch tryna give me a excuse
It ain`t nothing you can say or do
You ask the mind state, to do the bad
You ain`t said nothing bout cha whole fam
Look at my shit, it`s fucked up
At least smell like a project cut
You ain`t had the decency to clean up
You, ya ma, and children, can pack up
Please hurry before I go raw
And mess around in here and catch a charge
You don showed me, you ain`t shit
You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch
Look what you don caused in my house
Before you get pissed (the whip) get out

Hook: I`ve got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out

[Verse 2]
Here`s another fucked up episode
My cousin came to visit from Chicago
I ain`t saying since we was young bucks
I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas
So why he down visiting, he staying wit me
I put him under surveilence longer than a week
He don`t put 100% in his hygenes
He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz
He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free
He ain`t cleaning behind his self, he think it`s the double tree
I`m almost to the point to ask him
Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I`ma slap him
Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend
I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland
I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers
Call em`, tell him I got him a surprise party, come over
So happen that I`m finished a day early
And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch
I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub
Sofa`s ripped, tape is broke and it`s full of weed smokers
Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
I`ma knock-out, I can`t believe what he did to my house

Hook: I`ve got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out

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Все тексты песен: B.G.
» B.G. - Press One
» B.G. - It`s All On U Vol. 1
» B.G. - Niggas N Trouble
» B.G. - Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)
» B.G. - Stay `N` Line Hoe
» B.G. - Plan Went Sour
» B.G. - Change The World
» B.G. - My Life
» B.G. - Get Your Shine On (Remix)
» B.G. - Rollin` Raw
» B.G. - All On U
» B.G. - Chopper City in the Ghetto
» B.G. - Real Niggaz
» B.G. - Doing Bad
» B.G. - Get In Line
» B.G. - Right Now
» B.G. - What`s That Smell
» B.G. - Let`s Get Funky
» B.G. - Bat a Bitch
» B.G. - It`s All On U vol.2


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: B.G. - Problems Hook: I`ve got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 1] Trust these hoes, they all slick I found out, they ain`t shit Almost was played by my main bitch Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick I`m paperchasing, trying to get rich On a 68 tour with my clique She hit me while I`m on the floor and was like Ain`t shit bad cause moms finna unite I say bad, when its cool But now, check what this hoe do Slickly moving momma in my house Cause picture the whole wild she put out Now dat ain`t even the half of it Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins Baby got comfortable in my shit Showing off dust and trailings after they piss Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains Mom laying in my lazy boy Kids jamming tapes in my VCR Flipping my TV like a light switch God can only stop me from killing this bitch I`m on the way back to my crib I pull up, "this can`t be how I live" I jump out ready, to start fucking I`m pissed off, mad and disgusted Bitch tryna give me a excuse It ain`t nothing you can say or do You ask the mind state, to do the bad You ain`t said nothing bout cha whole fam Look at my shit, it`s fucked up At least smell like a project cut You ain`t had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before I go raw And mess around in here and catch a charge You don showed me, you ain`t shit You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch Look what you don caused in my house Before you get pissed (the whip) get out Hook: I`ve got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 2] Here`s another fucked up episode My cousin came to visit from Chicago I ain`t saying since we was young bucks I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas So why he down visiting, he staying wit me I put him under surveilence longer than a week He don`t put 100% in his hygenes He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free He ain`t cleaning behind his self, he think it`s the double tree I`m almost to the point to ask him Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I`ma slap him Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers Call em`, tell him I got him a surprise party, come over So happen that I`m finished a day early And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub Sofa`s ripped, tape is broke and it`s full of weed smokers Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth I`ma knock-out, I can`t believe what he did to my house Hook: I`ve got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Problems: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/22192.html Все тексты песен: B.G. » B.G. - Press One » B.G. - It`s All On U Vol. 1 » B.G. - Niggas N Trouble » B.G. - Uptown Thang (Remix Hot) » B.G. - Stay `N` Line Hoe » B.G. - Plan Went Sour » B.G. - Change The World » B.G. - My Life » B.G. - Get Your Shine On (Remix) » B.G. - Rollin` Raw » B.G. - All On U » B.G. - Chopper City in the Ghetto » B.G. - Real Niggaz » B.G. - Doing Bad » B.G. - Get In Line » B.G. - Right Now » B.G. - What`s That Smell » B.G. - Let`s Get Funky » B.G. - Bat a Bitch » B.G. - It`s All On U vol.2 Рекомендуем скачать: » Devo - Turn Around » Diamond Rio - That`s What I Get For Lovin` You » Deicide - Standing In The Flames » Diamond Rio - I Believe » D-Stroy - Show Must Go On » Dead Can Dance - A Passage in Time » Dean Martin - Place in the Shade » Dreadful Shadows - Mortal Hope » Demoncy - The Ode To Eternal Darkness » Dio - Straight Through The Heart » Duncan Dhu - Sombra De Ti » Drive-By Truckers - The Southern Thing » Dream Evil - Fight You `till The End » Do Or Die - Another One Dead and Gone » Da Brat - Ghetto Love » Deceased - Shrieks From The Hearse » Dave Dudley - Singing Away » Dottie West - Loving You (has Meant Everything To Me) » Dolly Parton - It Wasn`t God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels » Daz - A Message to Ricardo Brown
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