No Problems

Lyrics

She like my new talk, my new style
 My new walk
 This new whore, open your mouth
 And I'll bruise jaws like ooh oh (Really Like)
 Who her? I'm a true star
 This bitch broad got blue balls
 Hard pressed 'cause I took off
 I'm Form fresh from New York
 Slay the beat 'cause these wannabees
 Wanna be the buzz
 Angels need Jesus, angles, features
 Live show, PR, they made the baby,
 You can't beat us
 That New York, that new ones
 That new story, that
 212 to get blue blood
 Beautiful in my own hood
 Up the hill it's all good
 Up the bills, been born touring
 From fucking where? Who are you?
 Bad queen is my pedigree
 Bad bitch is my legacy
 You mad bitch, you average
 A rap bitch I'm wrackin'
 Stacking money, makin' Manhattan
 Mama cakin' that cash in
 You ask him or ask him, I get it in
 Harlem might citizen
 You sloppy dyke, you wanna lick a bitch
 You probably bite, I ain't about it bitch
 You not my type, I need a hotter bitch
 From New York with it born and breed to get it
 A home front with it I flipp em and get that spinach
 Move y'all bitches and beatin' 'em with the fitted
 Ooh yah bitches they leavin' you with that
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 What's working girls? I'm a boss bitch
 Got foreigners in my office
 I'm clearly on, you off a switch
 This City charm, I'm gorgeous
 Like really though, you a corn bitch
 One wish movin' on, it's a warning
 Be honest, your garments be garbage,
 Top draft she lack class poof poof be gone bitch
 We on this, she came here, we own this
 I claim here, it's my home pit
 Top pit, that chocolate banks baby deposit
 AB 'bout that profit, not gossip
 This that, stars to the Hollywood red carpet
 Better get back
 All these bitches wanna know how she get that
 Don't ask for the price, let me get that
 You a man with your dick back
 You a sam with a slick back
 You a ham in the pig shack
 You a scam for the kit kat
 Little Bam 100 grand is champion chit chat
 Stylin' is something you see not evolve
 Diamonds is shinin', they frigged they froze
 Wildn' I'm stuntin' and spending that dough
 And when I step in them bitches, them bitches they know
 Diamonds is shinin', they frigged they froze
 Wildn' I'm stuntin' and spending that dough
 And when I step in them bitches,
 Them bitches, they know
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 No problems, no problems y'all
 Y'all want no problems
 No problems, no problems
 Y'all bitches don't want no problems
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:14
Key
6
Tempo
71 BPM

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