Problems

How come you never tell me your problems
You was the type I'd hit with no condom
How come you never tell me your problems
I swear I'm tired of all of this drama
How come you never tell me your problems
You was the type I'd hit with no condom
How come you never tell me your problems
I swear I'm tired of all of this drama

We got some problems and I wanna fix 'em
Stay down for me learn to play your position
Stay down for me learn to play your position
She wear Van Cleef while she doing the dishes
Aye Aye
She like my car V12 on my engine
Vrooom
Skrr skrrrt
She got some problems but don't wanna fix them

How come you never tell me your problems
You was the type I'd hit with no condom
How come you never tell me your problems
I swear I'm tired of all of this drama
How come you never tell me your problems
You was the type I'd hit with no condom
How come you never tell me your problems
I swear I'm tired of all of this drama



Credits
Writer(s): Malik Motley
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