Problems lyrics

[Hook: Robotic Voice]
I've got problems
In my f*cking house
b*tch would you please
Get the f*ck out

[Verse 1]
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they ain't sh*t
Almost was played by my main b*tch
Ohh Boy, she tried to pull 1 off quick
I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 60 day tour with my clique
She hit me while I'm on the road and was like
Bae sh*t bad can moms spend a few nights?
I say Yeah, when its cool
But now, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Cause picture the whole wild she put out
Now dat ain't even the half of it
With moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins
They don' got comfortable in my sh*t
Children dont flush the toilet after they p*ss
b*tches, piles, kids, jumping and playing
Breaking lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my VCR
Flicking my TV like a light switch
God can only stop me from killing this b*tch
I'm on the way back to my crib
I pull up, "this can't be where I live"
I jump out ready, to start f*cking
I'm p*ssed off, mad and disgusted
b*tch tryna give me a excuse
It ain't nothing you can say or do
You ask could Mom stay cause it was bad...
You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam
Look at my sh*t, it's f*cked up
And it smell like a project cut
You ain't had the decency to clean up
You, ya ma, and children, can pack up
Please hurry before I go off
And mess around in here and catch a charge
You don showed me, you ain't sh*t
You showed me, a b*tch gon be a b*tch
Look what you don caused in my house
Before you get pistol whipped, b*tch get out!
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Here's another f*cked up episode
My cousin came to visit from Chicago
I ain't seen em' since we was young bucks
I turned thug, he's a wannabe but a busta
So why he down visiting, he staying wit me
I put him under surveilence learned him in a week
He don't put 100% in his hygiene
He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz
He eating, he sh*tting, he sleeping, all for free
He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree
I'm almost to the point to ask him
Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him
Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend
I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland
I jet and this n*gga go through my phone numbers
Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over
So happen that I'm finished a day early
And decide to fly back home and check on this b*tch
I get down, f*cked up my sh*t packed like a nightclub
Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smokers
n*gga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house
[Hook]

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
Look at this sh*t, Getcha lil stankin' ass kids
Ya know what im saying? Your uncle over there wearing my T-shirt
That motherf*cker like what, he must be like 54' inches or something like that and I just wear a 1X, and we got Tyrone and lil Tyronisha, Thats ignorant like a Mother f*cker to name that lil girl Tyronisha, and Clarence and Uncle ray, Yo lil brothers and all that sh*t let em' get the f*ck up outta here, f*cking up everything...Ya know what im saying? The only thing yall motherf*ckers brung here was a old VCR the one that pop up, one of them old motherf*ckers get yall old ass VCR and get the f*ck up outta here, and b*tch you turned my draws pink now getcha funky ass outta here...Bizzznitchh!