Dat Problem
Shes a sweetie little lady with some big bad problem
Big bad problem, big bad
Shes a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem (big bad)
Shes a sweetie little lady with some big bad problem
Big bad problem (big bad)
Shes a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem (big bad)
I'm getting out, watch you sleep
Baby, i'm a star (Imma star), you can't keep me
Remember when i told you imma win this game
Maybe i be changing, i'm not the same
And then my phone just be ring'ing
And then those bitches to call me
And then the world is behind me
I better win, i better win my gain
I better win my pain, i'm better all alone
But then she comes again
I'm just watching weather move
And you actin' Bad and Boujee
Smokin' out right in tha hood
With my homies and you talking like you do
Speaking right now, truth
And that motherfucking money can't control me
So put your body right above me
I'm just gettin' crazy
Sweet Lil Lady, i wonder where you are
All those motherfucking words, made me
All those motherfucking words, saved me
And I be sayin' you don't need xans
Let's fuck a night and then be friends
Million dollar flow, million dollar goal
Million dollar woman (but), don't let her know
I'm taking all this money and i'm running from this city
Sweet Little Lady, yah-ya, yah
She said her friends want my friends
And my friends want her friends
It attends, so you know how may it ends
She's a sweetie little lady with some big bad problem
Big bad problem, be that
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem, be that problem
She's a sweetie little lady with a big bad problem
Big bad problem, be that problem
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem
I'm running out to Miami, she's spanish, homie
She got that pussy to call me, i'm dealin' drugs
All my gang is thugs and I be trapping plug
I be trappin' hard, maybe that that brought me up
So let me know where you are?
Imma playa, trappin' hard
Imma makin' all this money, then imma buy a Jaguar
Imma playa so forgive me if I won
This is Dokas!
Another hit, another one
And she's
She's a sweetie little lady with some big bad problem
Big bad problem, big bad
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem, big bad
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad, yeah-yeah
She's a sweetie little lady
She's a big bad problem, be that problem
Big bad problem, big bad
Shes a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem (big bad)
Shes a sweetie little lady with some big bad problem
Big bad problem (big bad)
Shes a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem (big bad)
I'm getting out, watch you sleep
Baby, i'm a star (Imma star), you can't keep me
Remember when i told you imma win this game
Maybe i be changing, i'm not the same
And then my phone just be ring'ing
And then those bitches to call me
And then the world is behind me
I better win, i better win my gain
I better win my pain, i'm better all alone
But then she comes again
I'm just watching weather move
And you actin' Bad and Boujee
Smokin' out right in tha hood
With my homies and you talking like you do
Speaking right now, truth
And that motherfucking money can't control me
So put your body right above me
I'm just gettin' crazy
Sweet Lil Lady, i wonder where you are
All those motherfucking words, made me
All those motherfucking words, saved me
And I be sayin' you don't need xans
Let's fuck a night and then be friends
Million dollar flow, million dollar goal
Million dollar woman (but), don't let her know
I'm taking all this money and i'm running from this city
Sweet Little Lady, yah-ya, yah
She said her friends want my friends
And my friends want her friends
It attends, so you know how may it ends
She's a sweetie little lady with some big bad problem
Big bad problem, be that
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem, be that problem
She's a sweetie little lady with a big bad problem
Big bad problem, be that problem
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem
I'm running out to Miami, she's spanish, homie
She got that pussy to call me, i'm dealin' drugs
All my gang is thugs and I be trapping plug
I be trappin' hard, maybe that that brought me up
So let me know where you are?
Imma playa, trappin' hard
Imma makin' all this money, then imma buy a Jaguar
Imma playa so forgive me if I won
This is Dokas!
Another hit, another one
And she's
She's a sweetie little lady with some big bad problem
Big bad problem, big bad
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad problem, big bad
She's a sweetie little lady she's a big bad problem
Big bad, yeah-yeah
She's a sweetie little lady
She's a big bad problem, be that problem
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Writer(s): Nicolas Paolinelli Gino
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