Problem

Do we gotta a problem you better call for help
I'm boutta make it rain raining down all this hell
I know you talking all that shit but to no prevail
I'm boutta send this boy to heaven do you hear the bells

Look at my cell, it's yo bitch
Take the mask off, no catfish
That hoe just dented my mattress
I'm boutta beat that hoe back in
She wanna fuck in the back seat
Gotta do the dash like a track meat
I'm really not concerned about folk
I'm just tryna nut and im just tryna bolt

She call me lilddot my d in her mouth
She kiss me up north then lick me down south
As wet as the ocean a nigga might drown
I Hurd that her sister was staying in town
Throw that bitch away that's lost n found
I only smash if that ass is round
I even don't care on how that sounds nigga

Do we gotta a problem you better call for help
I'm boutta make it rain raining down all this hell
I know you talking all that shit but to no prevail
I'm boutta send this boy to heaven do u hear the bells



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Writer(s): Deanthony Little
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