Sly Thrilla - Problem Lyrics

Ima do whateva for the racks
Never had a problem wit dat
Keep a couple hoes like a Mac
Never had a problem wit dat
Stay t'd up to the max
Never had a problem I wit dat
Bt never try to tell me relax
Cause bitch I got problem wit dat

Bitch I got problem wit dat
Bitch I got problem wit dat
Ima do whateva for the racks
Never had a problem wit dat
Stay t'd up to the max
Never had a problem wit dat
Bt never try to tell me relax
Cause bitch I got a problem wit dat

Yeah i got problem wit it bitch
Only time I'm really wit the shits
Only time I wanna throw my fist
Bet not lemme shoot I never miss

Gotta watch out for my nemesis
Bouta throw dat nigga in abyss
Bouta to take dat nigga off the list
Pass em to the heavens no assist

Nigga stfu for I put u in the toaster
Tie u da back of a truck by ya loafers
Bouta do the dash make it drift
Roller coaster
Way more fun
Than the gun in my holster

Lawd what u doin
I feel the devil gettin closer
Homey tell me chill
U gone end up on a poster
U think Ima Killa
Honestly I'm just a smoker
Lookin in the mirror
Why tf I see the joker

Ima do whateva for the racks
Never had a problem wit dat
Keep a couple hoes like a Mac
Never had a problem wit dat
Stay t'd up to the max
Never had a problem I wit dat
Bt never try to tell me relax
Cause bitch I got problem wit dat

Bitch I got problem wit dat
Bitch I got problem wit dat
Ima do whateva for the racks
Never had a problem wit dat
Stay t'd up to the max
Never had a problem wit dat
Bt never try to tell me relax
Cause bitch I got a problem wit dat

(Aye who tf is dat nigga over there)
(Thrilla what the f*ck is that)
(Mannn)(Uh)

No I ain't the same nigga dat u knew
Back in school followed rules
Real cool take ya boo
Wit the chucks on
Shot a lil hoops
Bt he never got his Russ on
Stuck up in a loop
Lookin stupid now the bus gone

Lookin at me crazy
Ima ask ya wtf wrong
All I smoke is gas
Like a nigga sprayed musk on
I don't want yo woman
She just tryna get her lust on
Take her in the dark
Take her heart
Call me love jones

I don't waste no time for a bitch
Cause I got a couple in the mix
Shawty say I got too many chix
Bt only cause I don't know who to pick

Or maybe just lil shawty won't commit
In love wit a thotty I admit
She so fine I might give her a jit
Bt I don't really trust her not a bit

Love is dead
Trust is dead
Cuff for what
Like I said
F*ck a glove
I got bread
Drop my draws
I want head

I won't beg
I won't egg
She gon f*ck
We on meds
We on legs
Give her ted
Give her led
Break da bed! (Bitch)