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(Mhm, you're listening to Yhapojj) She telling me she gay, and I'm like "perfect bitch" Rollin down the street, I see my niggas here She telling me she gay, I'm like "Yes perfect bitch" You fucking with a nigga, I never heard of him I’m rollin' with my sswudda, he a gun em down Rollin with this bitch, this bitch a fuck a town Can you be my Whitney to my Bobby Brown? Yeah, hey I never thought that he couldn’t compete with me now Rollin down the street with a choppa' Pussy nigga always plot on me, bullets stop em Tryna plot on me, them bullets stop them Pussy niggas talkin' Them bullets fuckin' chop em Do we got a fuckin' problem? Do we got a fuckin' problem? Bitch do we got a fuckin' problem? Bitch do we got a fuckin' problem? Like what’s the fuckin' problem? Bitch nigga, what’s the fucking problem? I think I got a fucking problem (I’m tired of all of these fucking problems) I love sex, is that a fucking problem? Seen your brother, bitch, and I'ma catch that body Letras de cancionesAnd I’ll kill his partna's Swear to god, I'll kill his partna's (Swear to god, I'll kill his partna's) Fuck him, and fuck all his partna's (Fuck him, and fuck all his partna's) Fuck that n****, and all his dead partna's Do some 'bout it Bitch ass won’t do 'nun bout it And these bitches givin' up they bodies I wouldn’t give a bitch none of my knowledge Knowledge is power I wouldn’t even give a bitch none of my power Them bullets gon howl (Let's fucking go) I know my wolves in the wolf gon' howl Quit tryin hold that fake shit But you got hold that-, psh-, psh- Quit tryin hold that fake shit Bitch get off that-, psh-, psh- From Letras Mania