The Only Problem for Me

歌詞

Rollin, pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose Balling on me running through niggas bitches that shoot hoops cruise '93 magic blue on Shaq feet Back like the bitch ran track ass like athletes Tight up in them jeans so please swing that pass me Finally got that ass bitch, striptease me last week I guess I got the dick so I make the rules When they let the mothernigga play the rules Strapped up motherfucker better play cool FNH 5.7, that's my favorite tool I'm a fool dog ass nigga So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch I'm a fool dog ass nigga So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch It's all on me I put it on me Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG Got bottles under table the tab they 4G And I put it on me, me, me I put it on me ,me, me Said It's all on me, me, me I put it on me, me, me Said I put it on me Compton California that's where I'm from Fuck your girl pussy until it's numb Do my damn thing and I shake like I'm pimpin Favorite state hate long as real niggas recognize I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good Taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf 2 365's ago I was live you know Yeah I got off more tree than woods Nigga its the real, ace of spades a deal It ain't what you say it's how you say what you feel I do it from the chest I reek of success You ain't seen a nigga this cold out the West in a long time Boy say you wanna problem it's a long line Super hot boy push a cold line Shawty starring at a gold mine I'm on now, showtime It's all on me I put it on me Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG Got bottles under table the tab they 4G And I put it on me, me, me I put it on me ,me, me Said It's all on me, me, me I put it on me, me, me Said I put it on me We smoking OG I meet up with my nigga We chopping the whole key I slap it on a fire he slap it on a G But yo that's still my folks be close since '93 Money over bitches running with my niggas Hooting with the squad the robbers and dope dealers Without these permissions I'm German the cold killers Open on the streets don't got mercy on broke niggas I'm thugging to the east bay and my nigga jack of 7 I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that You know how beef lay hit a lick flip the zippers I told the girl I'm just the type of nigga Got my killer from the east bay Hit the lay I got some weight to the 8th tray You broke it down I hit my money at the next day Hit a liquor flip the zippers Told my girl I'm just the type of nigga It's all on me I put it on me Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG Got bottles under table the tab they 4G And I put it on me, me, me I put it on me ,me, me Said It's all on me, me, me I put it on me, me, me Said I put it on me