Paroles de Inner Problems
(Mhm, you're listening to Yhapojj)She telling me she gay, and I'm like "perfect bitch"
Rollin down the street, I see my niggas here
She telling me she gay, I'm like "Yes perfect bitch"
You fucking with a nigga, I never heard of him
I’m rollin' with my sswudda, he a gun em down
Rollin with this bitch, this bitch a fuck a town
Can you be my Whitney to my Bobby Brown?
Yeah, hey
I never thought that he couldn’t compete with me now
Rollin down the street with a choppa'
Pussy nigga always plot on me, bullets stop em
Tryna plot on me, them bullets stop them
Pussy niggas talkin'
Them bullets fuckin' chop em
Do we got a fuckin' problem?
Do we got a fuckin' problem?
Bitch do we got a fuckin' problem?
Bitch do we got a fuckin' problem?
Like what’s the fuckin' problem?
Bitch nigga, what’s the fucking problem?
I think I got a fucking problem
(I’m tired of all of these fucking problems)
I love sex, is that a fucking problem?
Seen your brother, bitch, and I'ma catch that body (Fuck him, and fuck all his partna's)
Fuck that n****, and all his dead partna's
Do some 'bout it
Bitch ass won’t do 'nun bout it
And these bitches givin' up they bodies
I wouldn’t give a bitch none of my knowledge
Knowledge is power
I wouldn’t even give a bitch none of my power
Them bullets gon howl (Let's fucking go)
I know my wolves in the wolf gon' howl
Quit tryin hold that fake shit
But you got hold that-, psh-, psh-
Quit tryin hold that fake shit
Bitch get off that-, psh-, psh-
Rollin with this bitch, this bitch a fuck a town
Can you be my Whitney to my Bobby Brown?
Yeah, hey
I never thought that he couldn’t compete with me now
Rollin down the street with a choppa'
Pussy nigga always plot on me, bullets stop em
Tryna plot on me, them bullets stop them
Pussy niggas talkin'
Them bullets fuckin' chop em
Do we got a fuckin' problem?
Do we got a fuckin' problem?
Bitch do we got a fuckin' problem?
Bitch do we got a fuckin' problem?
Like what’s the fuckin' problem?
Bitch nigga, what’s the fucking problem?
I think I got a fucking problem
(I’m tired of all of these fucking problems)
I love sex, is that a fucking problem?
Seen your brother, bitch, and I'ma catch that body (Fuck him, and fuck all his partna's)
Fuck that n****, and all his dead partna's
Do some 'bout it
Bitch ass won’t do 'nun bout it
And these bitches givin' up they bodies
I wouldn’t give a bitch none of my knowledge
Knowledge is power
I wouldn’t even give a bitch none of my power
Them bullets gon howl (Let's fucking go)
I know my wolves in the wolf gon' howl
Quit tryin hold that fake shit
But you got hold that-, psh-, psh-
Quit tryin hold that fake shit
Bitch get off that-, psh-, psh-
