justdozi - Problems (feat. Chizlonies the Lord & Cam Hendrix)
I don't want peace
I want problems
Always
They say they want problems
Get mad when I solve them
Shaken or stirred, I'm finna dissolve them
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Candy paint dripping, it's starting to rust
I can't bank on these niggas, I ran out of trust
Save me the bullshit, I already flushed
She save me the pussy, and I got her gushing
It's juicy juicy, it's juicy like gushers
The ball in your court, I'm Kobe at Ruckers
Friday rush hour, I move like Chris Tucker
Please do not cut up, or I'll upper cut you
Can't wear her out, she tougher than tupper
I tell her pipe down, when I pipe her up
Swallow them kids, she don't give a fuck
Just took off her frontal, in the back of the truck
Bitch you could be next, if you double your luck
No no, don't try yo luck
Shooters ready to dump out the truck
Ready for anything, tell me what power bring
You want the smoke then my nigga what's up
I been fiending to puff
Think that I'm playing then come call my bluff
You niggas talking and think that you tough
Making a fuss, bring hammers down like a strike from above
We been popping shit
Inevitable, you ain't stopping shit
Got the world in my hands, that's a lot to grip
You thought we was the same but we opposite
You been shooting your shot that's a lot of bricks
When I'm aiming the rock all you see is swish
When I'm hitting the J, field goal high percent
I don't ever miss, bitch you don't need no clock know what time it is
Pretty lil bitch and I call her Rosa
Cuz front to back, her pussy bussing
Double or nothing, it's no room for bluffing
They all think they sick, and I'm Robitussin
They don't want problems, at least not with me
Don't hit you back, cuz she calling me
Don't hit her back, cuz I set them free
Now that make two, with problems with me
What they gonna do? Nothing, you'll see
It smell like bitch in here
All y'all smell like bitch to me
I'm Dennis the Menace, it's all love like tennis
I got your bitch wet, like canals in Venice
If you start a problem, then I'm finna end it
She posh like Spice, she ask me to bend it
Say it depends, because she independent
Lately been pushing a lot of P
Lately been blowing a lot of tree
She like what is your fragrance? A lot of weed
I tell the truth just like Socrates
Most of these niggas they copy me
All up on Instagram watching me
All on my story and shit
I got some head and recorded the bitch
Shooting these niggas just like it's the 90s
I'm Horry or Jordan lil bitch
She wanna fuck on her period, Hell naw
This ain't no horror story lil bitch
Shawty so nasty, a gory lil bitch
I'm fucking her friend a horny lil bitch
I see a whole lot of Ms in my future
Like I'm in the house with Corey lil bitch
Ain't nothin' to it to do it, my nigga
Aye Dozi let's go ahead and get to them figures
Fuck all these bitches
I need my pockets as thick
To the point where they look like the scriptures
I'm truly lifted and I'm truly gifted
My nigga from Memphis, I'm from Mississippi
Beat all the odds, as God as my witness
I'm starting to feel like a star
Who thought I would make it this far
Riding a foreign don't look like a car
Riding a foreign with so many horses
And some look like Megan, that there is a bar
I get the green like a salad
This is where hard work meet talent
She say she a Libra, I dick her and leave her
And now that bitch walking off balance
Written by:
COLE PERKINS, JASON MERRIS BELL, JORDAN RAND MILLER, MIKE VAN DYK, TAYLOR PERKINS
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