Bg Problems Lyrics

Problems Lyrics

Hook: I`ve got problems
In my f**king house
Bit*h would you please
Get the f**k out
[Verse 1]
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they ain`t shit
Almost was played by my main bit*h
Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick
I`m paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 68 tour with my clique
She hit me while I`m on the road and was like
babe sh*t bad cause moms spend a few nights
I say yeah,its cool
But now, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Cause picture the whole wild 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
Churin dont flush the toilet after they piss
Bit*hes, wild kids, jumping and playing
Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my VCR
Flipping my TV like a light switch
God can only stop me from killing this bit*h
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
Bit*h tryna give me a excuse
It ain`t nothing you can say or do
You ask the moms stay, cause sh*t was bad
You ain`t said nothing bout cha whole fam
Look at my shit, it`s f**ked up
and 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 don showed me, you ain`t shit
You showed me, a bit*h gon be a bit*h
Look what you don caused in my house
Before you get pissed (the whip) get out
Hook: I`ve got problems
In my f**king house
Bit*h would you please
Get the f**k out
[Verse 2]
Here`s another f**ked 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 learned him in a week
He don`t put 100% in his hygenes
He lied and stunned 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 bit*h
I get down, f**ked up my sh*t packed like a nightclub
Sofa`s ripped, tape is broke and it`s full of weed smoke
Nigga got it coming, every tooth in his mouth
I`ma knock-out, I can`t believe what he did to my house
Hook: I`ve got problems
In my f**king house
Bit*h would you please
Get the f**k out