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Featuring Kidd Kidd & Euro (Hook - Lil Wayne) I love all my bitches That's my fuckin' problem A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem I'mma milk all of 'em Cause they fuckin' cowards I love red bitches There's just something 'bout 'em But I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown one Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater I'm the shit Where the fly swatter (Verse 1 - Lil Wayne) I know you likin' who you eatin' on Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em To each his own, yessir I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off Like it just be callin' me I need to turn my ringer off Ain't a fuckin' singalong SongtexteUnless you brought the weed along That kush, okay I got that kush Cop pounds and put my people on We can take the stairs up to the stars That's where we belong Fuck that shit you talk I beat that pussy like production Or like Rocky, beat the Russian Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer Nigga, gimme what you've got Take that money like an usher One man band, all you hear is repercussion Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction She looked me in my eyes and said Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I said shorty, you a beast (Hook) I love bad bitches Okay, what's the problem If she thinks she gonna come up I'mma fuckin' drown her I'm wildin' in public schools and public housing Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing I was 15 with $100,000 And if you talk trash I'mma fuckin' possum? And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem You know what it is, armed robbery. Tunechi (Verse 2 - Euro) I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young" I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that, Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match And niggas schemin' on what I had, but We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose) And all these new bitches old news Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise" And every dream girl that I fucked came true Now every night feels like deja vu And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes" And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof That sick shit, a mill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em? Long story short, money always colorblind She blew the team for some Red Bottoms (Euro) (Verse 3 - Kidd Kidd) I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em Can't live with em, can't live without em Can't trust some hoes poking holes up in condoms Put her ass on a brush, she a supermodel If you swallow these kids do that make you childish? Now she say I got a fuckin problem Because I fucked her once and gave her fuck a bottle Her hair blown out like the 80's I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me I ain't lookin for a lady, call was meant to get you here I ain't lookin for a wife, I need a one night trick That could ride like that, suck it like this Hit it from the back in the back of the whip I'mma mack, I'mma pimp girl You don't need makeup with this mack on yo lips She drive a X5 beefin with her ex man Baby I'm a dog and a DMX fan Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again Popped a little X then I tried to explain I keep too real to ever be a lame Too many girls in this world yall to be lame She all on my dick cuz I got street fame Tell that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name Kiki, enough from the 9 Tell em don't worry bout me, I'm just fine Girl if you comin with me the let's ride See I know you want money so don't waste my time uh With that ass out, fuck until we pass out Fuck a hotel, we going to my man's house Scratch that, yo baby mama was an am track We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that Yea, they're my niggas She fucked my niggas, brought some bitches And she was witty, with you she wasn't but she did it She let you lick it but never stick it You be trippin You said you fallin, nigga you slippin uh Stupid ass nigga tryna fall in love If I fall it's gonna be from too many drugs You askin questions bout where she was With the Rider Gang, she told you in the club Ha ha Aus Songtexte Mania