Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 1] Trust me hoes, they all slick I found out, they ain't shit Almost was played by my main bitch oh boy, she tried to pull 1 on quick I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich On a 60 day tour with my clique She hit me while I'm on the rode and was like bab shit bad can moms spend a few nites I say ya, its cool But , check what this hoe do Slickly moving momma in my house Could picture the hoe while she put out Now dat ain't even the half of it Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins they done got comfortable in my shit cheerin don't flush the trailings after they piss Bitches wilding, kids, jumping and playing Breaking lamps, wasting food and leaving stains Mom laying in my lazy boy Kids jamming tapes in my VCR Flicking my TV like a light switch God can only stop me from killing this bitch I'm on the way back to my crib I pull up, "this can't be how I live" I jump out ready, to start bucking I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted Bitch tryna give me a excuse It ain't nothing you can say or do You ask could momms stay, cus it was bad You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam Look at my shit, it's fucked up At it smell like a project cut You ain't had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before I go off And mess around in here and catch a charge You showed me, you ain't shit You showed me, a bitch gon be a bitch Look what you done done to my house Before you get pistal whipped bitch get out Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 2] Here's another fucked up episode My cousin came to visit from Chicago I ain't seen him since we was young bucks I turned thug, and he wannabe with the bustas So why he down visiting, he staying wit me I put him under surveilence longer than a week He don't put 100% in his hygenes He lie and stunt bout what he doing be in the streetz He eating, he shitting, he sleeping, all for free He ain't cleaning behind his self, he think it's the double tree I'm almost to the point to ask him Whats happening? But I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland I jet and this nigga go through my phone numbers Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party, come over So happen that I'm finished a day early And decide to fly back home and check on this bitch I get there,i'm fucked up my shit packed like a nightclub Sofa's ripped, tables broke and it's full of weed smoke this Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he done to my house Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com