Girl With A Problem Var. XIII Songtext
You coulda hosted last night
If you were s'posed to be mine
Let’s have a toast for the bride
If you could look at me now
You'd see I was happy without you
It's the part that you don’t see that counts
And it's pounding and throbbing a girl with a problem
Gimme something that I won't regret
If you were s'posed to be mine
Let’s have a toast for the bride
If you could look at me now
You'd see I was happy without you
It's the part that you don’t see that counts
And it's pounding and throbbing a girl with a problem
Gimme something that I won't regret
Gimme something that'll make you wet
Gimme something that'll make you want to forget
If you could look at me now
You'd see I was happy without you
It's the part that you don't see that counts
And it’s pounding and throbbing a girl with a problem
My name is Cam, this is the last chorus
And I got cash for it, like I had a basket and I asked for it
If you ain’t like it, you could fast-forward
Sewn the Gucci logo right up in the passport
And these bad bitches ask for it
And I got the right task for it
They just ask for it
And it's a sad story
All thеse fucking hangers-on
Like thеy fucking wrote the song
Act like they can’t come along
In a limo that you motherfucking paid for It's the same score
Gucci store
I got the motherfucking style
I got them bitches like a while
And they fucking snap their motherfucking necks
When I walk down the street like I'm the best
It's the stress, no, don’t ask me, I'm at my best
I got this girlfriend and she's calling my mom
Yeah, shouldn't have fucked her after the prom
Gimme something that'll make you want to forget
If you could look at me now
You'd see I was happy without you
It's the part that you don't see that counts
And it’s pounding and throbbing a girl with a problem
My name is Cam, this is the last chorus
And I got cash for it, like I had a basket and I asked for it
If you ain’t like it, you could fast-forward
Sewn the Gucci logo right up in the passport
And these bad bitches ask for it
And I got the right task for it
They just ask for it
And it's a sad story
All thеse fucking hangers-on
Like thеy fucking wrote the song
Act like they can’t come along
In a limo that you motherfucking paid for It's the same score
Gucci store
I got the motherfucking style
I got them bitches like a while
And they fucking snap their motherfucking necks
When I walk down the street like I'm the best
It's the stress, no, don’t ask me, I'm at my best
I got this girlfriend and she's calling my mom
Yeah, shouldn't have fucked her after the prom
