1luhprince - Not Our Problem (feat. BabyNard5) Lyrics

Not my problem, that just not my problem My problem, that shit, my problem
Not my problem, that's your hoe going F*ck nigga, you just make me mad
Lilprince, lilprince, that nigga got up and that young nigga got him a bag,
Play with one of my bros, we catch him, boy And you don't get no pass

Going out bad on video, man, you young nigga, go out sad
If we dumb the clip, then you know K5 come back, extra mag
That boy wasnt fast enough, what the f*ck? Yea that nigga had might just lagged
He wearin' fake purple , I told him, show the receipt

That nigga couldn't pull out the tag, Yeah, I got ode problems
I jumped in the water with sharks, and I had to last
Damn, damn, boy, what the f*ck? Don't even try your luck
I swear to God, lil' boy, you get sent up or sent down

Your not of the bro, lil' buddy, you can't come around
Walked up on me with a big-ass smile, and then he got turnt to frown
Damn, yeah, let's do it, let's do it
Load up the box, we gon' hop out the car

If y'all niggas buckin', you know he get face
I told my young nigga, hop out the car when he up that two, three
Boy, you know he gon' spray
He said he's been in my block, he capping in songs

Nigga can't pull through the one way
If i hop out the box, I'm swingin' that fully
That boy try to duck, get tap to his face
Brr, hop out the car with the fully

That boy try to duck, get parked he a rookie
He claiming in the YC, no, he ain't stuntin
I get a lil' boy, I'ma blow up the trunk
Me and K2 hop out the backseat, runnin' back

That's how you swim, boy, you know I'm a dog
Hmm, hmm, flower
You thought I was done, I'm just comin' back
Young nigga runnin', it's not so big

You might flip the car if we hit it
I'm in the stew like every day, I swear to God
I'm on my grind
I put my phone on DND, don't call my phone

Can't wait no time
My girl so bad, I cannot swap out
I only f*ck with dimes
I f*ck with K2, that my brother

It goin' down about my slime
Huh, my bro
I'm tryin' to run up my cash, these digits
Twin said he will not stop workin

Until he touch his first lil' million
He said that you was gon' touch who
What the hell, lil' nigga, silly
Hot brr hit inside his stomach

Make lil' bruh spit up his chili
I'm tryin' to run this shit right up
I'm tryin' to go right up to the top
Got a young nigga askin' me like

Lil' prince, when is you gon' drop
It's not my problem, I swear to God
Lil' bruh, it's really not my fault
Young nigga up in the city like

Gang, I know I'm finna pop, uh
Come on
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