Lyrics:
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
these problems, nigga you don't want these problems
I said "Han", that's what the title say
'Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way
fucking Yeezus
I make your jet look like a fucking Prius
Focus on the funnel, 'pon the fucking Yeezus
What the fuck they thought
That "Y'all can't fuck with
Hey wait
Get the fuck up outta my face
Bitch you got a problem
Trust it's not a problem to put the AK to your face
Bitch you got a problem
Trust it's
You don't want zero problems, big fella!
Yep!
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dread head niggas in ya lobby
You don't want
got a problem)
Problem (Like we got a problem)
Time ain't on my hands for you (Hands for you)
And that's a problem (And that's your problem)
Look
Pussy good so you know she a problem
Money good we ain't having them problems
Talk to much and we show you what's happening
Really you can save all
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming
that wooly, they gon swear it's a problem
I'm gon slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems
OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is
god, really need ya)
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside (help me baby, help me sweetheart)
Hah, and you'll be alright, ya'know what I'm sayin?
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
to eleven and its the service bruv
You get it
Like
Like half a life lived in eleven years
What
Yeah
I got problems
That was how he felt
Yeah I got problems
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
ain't never been a problem
That ain't never been a problem
What
I'ma stay gone trip six months long, don't you tell me stay strong, that ain't never been
Do we have a problem (problem)(Nah)
I ain't think so
You know I'm truly unbothered (unbothered)
By these people, talking down on me It's not hard
This ain't a home
Since love is gone
Surrounded by my loved ones
But I never felt so lonely
Wondering what if only
We could get along
Even if
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
somebody real is
Your fucking problem
Bring your girls to the crib
Maybe we can solve it
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch give it to me
like he work for CIA A
Bout to steal your man sending you a PSA
M.I.A. bitch he might go M.I.A.
M.I.A. bitch he might go M.I.A.
Wanna pat me down like he
era mía
Ni donde estaba
Ni como me vestía
What
Huh
Yeah these people tryna murder me yeah
And the government scared of me yeah
Yeah these people tryna
please don't be afraid
We know, we know, we know that shit won't be the same
I want your love, I miss you but you M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
I can't
need (God, You gave Your promise) everything
But then came the problem
And You're a good God, I know You'll provide
It's so, it's so sad, you can tell
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