Problem - T.O. Lyrics

TO yeah, TO

Yeah, look
Both wrists lookin' like a touchdown
Treat a model bitch like a bust down
If she tryna run a player, I'll shut down
F*ck twice and let a lame nigga cuff now
Wow, and i'm right back to it
Runnin' back dick
See the hole run through it
Tell her I'll hit soon as I pour fluid
Say she don't get brain
I said bitch you sound stupid
Now tell me how you wanna do it
Kill the pussy and get away with it
Ray Lewis she want me in a bear
I said bitch I ain't a Bruin
Gotta pocket full of magnums
Bitch what's hatnin'?
Flag on a plane now I make her bring it back
Baby hurry up and throw it
Like she tryna get sacked
Don't know about these other niggas
Bitch imma max superbowl, on a hoe now nigga
Where my rings at?
Fourth down, no field goal
I go deep on a bitch, TO

Big dick f*ckin' better knew about it
Make a bitch go tell her whole crew about it
Straight beat the pussy down like Pacquiao
Bitch bad, imma Russian, no Moscow
Fast, in and out fast, grab her by the ass
Don't lick it till it blast
I ain't playing no games, lock out
Put her to sleep, knock out
Diamond lane, hoes know we so paid
Rich niggas that ain't turnin' down
No face pussy bomb, imma eat on it
My girl trips, imma cheat on it
Quicker than my SS Go
Bitch pop one of these, now lets lets go
Uh, and just max the f*ck out
Had the pussy feeling like he
Got packed the f*ck out on mommas