Mo Problems lyrics

Hungh ah ungh...........

Told em`

Rap-A-Lot

You ain`t mad hungh

Rap-A-Lot

Mafia lot

Mafia lot

Hoodlumz J Prince

Y`all know how we do it



Verse 1:



We switch it up like wings

Watch it blow up

Hoes show up

Have the clubSho`Nuff

Mista Baller

Good Times like Jimmie Walker

And I`mma talk shit cause i`mma shit talker

And if you come cross the

Its gon` cost ya

And if you ain`t short ya

It ain`t my fault-cha`

Probably just caught you a 5 to 10

That`s 15 from the mob blowin` hard on ya` chin

Hold on lil` bitch here think she grown

I`m in the back of the club with the Chrys alone

And I tell ya` these hoes wont leave me alone

Bounce through it ??????????

She saw the vacations, play stations

Sippin` on cases

Eatin` on steaks and

Ask for God to show me a sign

To show that the game is mine

He Showed Me!!!!!



(Chorus)(Repeat 1)

(It`s like no bitch will aslow this

And a slow bitch is a no bitch

and a pro bitch broke bitch

and a broke bitch is mo` problems mo` shit

It`s like no bitch will aslow this

And a slow bitch is a no bitch

and a pro bitch broke bitch

and a broke bitch is mo` problems mo` shit



Verse 2:



I do this the hard way

I love to play

Shit come between me and Jay

Unh unh no way

This is a private flight only ballers stay

And if you leave ya` key we`ll rip the cheese out cha` case

See ya`ll some middle weights

Wanna stop the Ace

Sabotage my sell thats a bad mistake

Whole Deuce Deuce need to be put in place

Now step to the side the cake fly in my face

And if ain`t got ties with you

Ain`t gon` ride with you

Ain`t gon` ride with you, ain`t gon` die with you

Silly motherfuckas ain`t hard to find

Say you lookin` for me just look behind

Cuz we be so deep at the compound lounge

And the shit that you did it ain`t slip my mind

Now if it be the first, the second, the third time

Motherfuckas gon` have to mind



(Chorus)



Verse 3:



9-9, us now bust down the whole brick

Is ya`ll niggas loosing respect mind playing tricks

Be broke doing shows aint` dat bout` a bitch

This is Rap-A-Lot baby we ain`t hurtin` for shit

When I`m tryin` to figure out what to jump out and in

And you tryin` to figure out what yo budget to spend

It ain`t hard to see that you some gay village men

And thats why yo ass be fading in the wind

When I flip the scene

Change the beam

Niggas got bread went from red to green

Editors patronizing me and my team

So I shit on Mic Checks and pist on ya` magazines

Come through clean

Slow like lean

Car with a bar 24 inch screen

Freshed out drapes

Roll like skates

Surprise open eyes ain`t no stopping the great

(No Way)





(Chorus x 3)



You broken bitch

Now fix ya` self
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