Testo Mo problems Tela

Mo problems

Hungh ah ungh...........

Told em'

Rap-A-Lot

You ain't mad hungh

Rap-A-Lot

Mafia lot

Mafia lot

Hoodlumz J Prince

Y'all know how we do it

Verse 1:

We switch it up like wings

Watch it blow up

Hoes show up

Have the clubSho'Nuff

Mista Baller

Good Times like Jimmie Walker

And I'mma talk shit cause i'mma shit talker

And if you come cross the

Its gon' cost ya

And if you ain't short ya

It ain't my fault-cha'

Probably just caught you a 5 to 10

That's 15 from the mob blowin' hard on ya' chin

Hold on lil' bitch here think she grown

I'm in the back of the club with the Chrys alone

And I tell ya' these hoes wont leave me alone

Bounce through it ??????????

She saw the vacations, play stations

Sippin' on cases

Eatin' on steaks and

Ask for God to show me a sign

To show that the game is mine

He Showed Me!!!!!

(Chorus)(Repeat 1)

(It's like no bitch will aslow this

And a slow bitch is a no bitch

and a pro bitch broke bitch

and a broke bitch is mo' problems mo' shit

It's like no bitch will aslow this

And a slow bitch is a no bitch

and a pro bitch broke bitch

and a broke bitch is mo' problems mo' shit

Verse 2:

I do this the hard way

I love to play

Shit come between me and Jay

Unh unh no way

This is a private flight only ballers stay

And if you leave ya' key we'll rip the cheese out cha' case

See ya'll some middle weights

Wanna stop the Ace

Sabotage my sell thats a bad mistake

Whole Deuce Deuce need to be put in place

Now step to the side the cake fly in my face

And if ain't got ties with you

Ain't gon' ride with you

Ain't gon' ride with you, ain't gon' die with you

Silly motherfuckas ain't hard to find

Say you lookin' for me just look behind

Cuz we be so deep at the compound lounge

And the shit that you did it ain't slip my mind

Now if it be the first, the second, the third time

Motherfuckas gon' have to mind

(Chorus)

Verse 3:

9-9, us now bust down the whole brick

Is ya'll niggas loosing respect mind playing tricks

Be broke doing shows aint' dat bout' a bitch

This is Rap-A-Lot baby we ain't hurtin' for shit

When I'm tryin' to figure out what to jump out and in

And you tryin' to figure out what yo budget to spend

It ain't hard to see that you some gay village men

And thats why yo ass be fading in the wind

When I flip the scene

Change the beam

Niggas got bread went from red to green

Editors patronizing me and my team

So I shit on Mic Checks and pist on ya' magazines

Come through clean

Slow like lean

Car with a bar 24 inch screen

Freshed out drapes

Roll like skates

Surprise open eyes ain't no stopping the great

(No Way)

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Now fix ya' self