Problems lyrics

by

Lord Finesse


Open the goddamn door, what the f*ck is that?
I'm a go play with the beef
You got beef?
I got a lot of beef

My OG hold yo strap, I'm a bring your million back
I'm a tell you n*ggas like this, I'm down for all of that
My gun got a dirty tag, put you in a body bag
n*ggas say I'm Hollywood decay for the strangers
n*ggas actin strange, let's hit em with the stainless
Shout out to made n*ggas, they some real street n*ggas
One in the mornin, I'm a creep on the n*gga
Mask on my face, I don't see no n*gga
Black full, but a roof off a b*tch
Keep it real boy, tell the truth you soft b*tch
Stay in pocket every time I hit a lick
I be hittin licks like karma don't exist
Wonder where I'm at, I'm probly loaded with the b*tch
Paranoid, I'm a reload another clip
b*tches, as*h*les, shut yo motherf*ckin mouth
You met me in the streets, I'm a draw down
Gun sound like bass with the pound
Light n*ggas up, I'm the talk of the town
Feel like, parkin n*ggas down
Black hawk down, I'm a f*ckin gangsta
n*ggas don't know, man I rap with them bangers
Call me Glassface, yo life in danger
I'm the type of... could... with the hanger
Just like Maino, motherf*ckin hater
From Berkeley to them n*ggas in Decatur
Down to Miami, you feel me?
Wanna be down, but you not in the family
I'm Waterfront like Hurricane Sandy
I did with them mane, stay underhanded
I got a problem, I got a jammie
One more thing: don't disrespect the family
Pardon on me cause you b*tches can't stand me
I'm not a pus*y, straight with the pus*y
Shotgun pump get me a lot of pus*y
Dump n*ggas off in the bottom of the bushes
Everybody know that I motherf*ckin took it
This Lil B
You feel me?
Everybody know I took it
Everybody know I took that and I got a problem
I got a problem
Glassface plays dirty
Nobody want to help me when I got a problem
When I got problems nobody helps me
Nobody helps Glassface
Nobody wants to help me when I'm doing bad
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