YFN Lucci - MIXING MY PROBLEMS. (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YFN Lucci - MIXING MY PROBLEMS. (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, look
This a whole 'nother new kit, this
a whole 'nother new bitch
This a whole 'nother new, this
a whole 'nother new wrist
This a two cup, gotta
pour up for Quinn
This a two cup with my problems in it
Got a two cup, mixin'
my problems in it
Two cup, mixin' my problems in it
I just might plain-jane Rollie
You cannot hang with gang, you phony
She tatted my real name on her
We do not live the same, homie
Look, I got like one main only
Eight side bitches and
the rest of 'em going
Knock somethin' down if
you claim you scorin'
I go wherever I want and you know it
She go bussdown middle-part shorty
Bought hеr a Birkin, I
spent like a forty
I came homе, I was already loaded
That's on my mama, lil'
nigga, you know it
I put everything in my name, I own it
Everything I'm in, yeah,
nigga, I own it
Yeah, nigga, I own it
We settin' trends, nigga
You cuffin' her friend, nigga
In a Maybach Benz, nigga, huh
Me and lil' twin, nigga, yeah
How the fuck you gon' talk behind
another nigga back like I
ain't gon' hear it, nigga?
How the fuck you gon' say you had
love for lil' bro and you ain't
never go spin, nigga? Yeah
I'm havin' more ice than
a make-believe
I put that Patek on the sleeve
When I fuck her, she never
wanna leave me
She get to eatin' it, actin' greedy
I remember sippin' Act' with Greedy
These niggas soft as Tempur-Pedic
These niggas offered, I ain't need it
These niggas never hollered free me
Bitch know I'm colder than February,
I'm so unordinary
And my closet got too many dead
presis, shit like a mortuary
I tried to hide it, had to divide it
'cause it'd be too much to bury
You a gangster, you 'posed to wear it
But these niggas be Tom and Jerry
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