Problem Lyrics - Singles - Dej Loaf

Ay, huh, look 

OH you thought it was a game huh? 

You thought I was only in it for the fame huh? 

You thought 'Try Me' was the only song I had huh? 

Dropped that ' Sell Sole' then that bag dropped 

Price, just went up 

20 for them shows, add it up 

You see, I'm in it for the long run 

Lace me up, lace me up 

Look, I don't fear shit I know I'm a big deal 

Always had drive since I was riding on that big wheel 

I had to make moves, never could I sit still 

A.D.H.D but I aint never take no fuckin pills 

Monkey see, monkey do aint none of these monkeys real 

How the fuck she pull that off and she still got sex appeal 

Gifted, they ain't got my skills 

Haters like, 'how she get on?' 

Made the right moves, ain't suck no "wooh', I kept my panties on 

Where was y'all at, ain't had no milk to go with our honeycomb 

Laughing at my haters like, 'oh shit I hit my funny bone' 

Over like Biggie and see me i'm like Sean Puffy song 

They think this was overnight, see butter niggas get along 

Only fifth mixtape and ain't nobody heard the song 

I know why these niggas mad, cuz they be grinding wrong 

I'm at the dinning room table fina dine in 

Bosses only yeah just me and all my five friends get you whack for some Nikes who wear size 10? 

Close your eyes pussy nigga count to 10 

Yeah nigga count to 10 

Look, you ain't shit lil nigga, you a jive turkey 

Make a call at 5: 20 goin on 5: 30 

All i know is workie workie yeah okie Dobie 

Sippin bubbly, watching movies starring Eddie Murphy 

All niggas do is play, that's the Tyler Perry 

Fuck love 'ND fuck February 

I'm on the verge I'll Pop your lil cherry cherry 

I'm from the D lions, tigers you know crazy Mary 

All my dogs selling dog and that Katy Perry 

And I just keep havin visions of that cemetery 

R.I.P my competition bitches gettin buried 

They know I'm hot, they know I'm comin man these bitches worried 

I can tell you a hater 

I can tell you dont wanna break bread and get paper 

I can tell niggas temperature 

I can tell niggas salty and they vinegar 

I say fuck it let's finish her 

Remember broke nights used to get drunk off that pinnacle 

Liquor deal on the way I know it cuz i feel this shit 

Speak it to existence, keep pussys out my peripheral 

I'm really bout my money Baby I aint tryna get at you 

Shopping with no limits I cant lie this shit terrific 

Label me a label man, my taste is so exquisite 

I heard all about you, you be snitching you be squealing 

I be counting blessings I be in and out them buildings 

I made the right decision I left niggas in they feelings 

You know the world fucked when niggas crying all on insta 

Commenting on my pictures niggas really want attention 

Hold that info in her bio man I'm tired of these fake vixens 

I say, I say 

Ima do me and be all i can be 

DDS 

I got problems too 

I got problems too 

I got problems too 

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