Problems Lyrics - B.g.

Hook: I've got problems 

In my fucking house 

Bitch would you please 

Get the fuck out 

Trust these hoes, they all slick 

I found out, they ain't shit 

Almost was played by my main bitch 

Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick 

I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich 

On a 68 tour with my clique 

She hit me while I'm on the floor and was like 

Ain't shit bad cause moms finna unite 

I say bad, when it's 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 

Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins 

Baby got comfortable in my shit 

Showing off dust and trailings after they piss 

Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing 

Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains 

Mom laying in my lazy boy 

Kids jamming tapes in my vcr 

Flipping my tv like a light switch 

God can only stop me from killing this bitch 

I'm on the way back to my crib 

I pull up, this can't be how I live 

I jump out ready, to start fucking 

I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted 

Bitch tryna give me a excuse 

It ain't nothing you can say or do 

You ask the mind state, to do the bad 

You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam 

Look at my shit, it's fucked up 

At least 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 raw 

And mess around in here and catch a charge 

You don showed me, you ain't shit 

You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch 

Look what you don caused in my house 

Before you get pissed (the whip) get out 

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Hook: I've got problems 

In my fucking house 

Bitch would you please 

Get the fuck out 

Here's another fucked up episode 

My cousin came to visit from chicago 

I ain't saying since we was young bucks 

I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas 

So why he down visiting, he staying wit me 

I put him under surveilence longer than a week 

He don't put 100% in his hygenes 

He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz 

He eating, he shitting, 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 nigga 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 bitch 

I get down, fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub 

Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smokers 

Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth 

I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house 

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Hook: I've got problems 

In my fucking house 

Bitch would you please 

Get the fuck out