MIXING MY PROBLEMS.

YFN Lucci

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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
    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 her a Birkin, I spent like a forty
    I came home, 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
    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

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    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
    Two cup, mixin' my problems in it

    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

    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
    Two cup, mixin' my problems in it

    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
    Two cup, mixin' my problems in it

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    Composición: Bruski Boi, Jose Frenchie, Lucci, Sid Sacii, Amman Moosa Nurani y Jesse Rayner

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