PROBLEM - Mo lyrics

rate me

Hell, my turn up real Compton to death

yeah I'ma return that real, death to all that sucker shit

love women fuck a bitch chain out don't tuck my shit

'cause ain't nigga gonna touch my shit

what? bitch bounce that ass for me

forty bottles just came in

bitch get that glass from me

'cause I'm grippin at top on the hoe

damn everything on the top of the hoe

girl you bout to fill more cum

booze tell em all I gotta stop at the stole

'cause I need more papers, more condoms

two bomb I'm so Sodom, no ass I'm so problem

real niggas I show got em

and they right here with me

yeah change sparkle I'll be with me

all the share mother fucker my kidneys

but I'ma turn up till got come get me

Hook:

What? I need more drug, I need more bitches

yeah, I need more drugs, need more bitches

yeah, I need more drugs, I need more bitches

and I ain't gotta say money my dear

'cause it's clear that is already here like what?

I'ma take thins thing to another level

I'm guessing they got my foot on the fucking pedal

I'm a fucking rebel, yeah I'm finish like two pot

hit me, five times though

I'ma get every man to cruise rock from real

what, yeah game that's all I know

huh money and cush is all I blow

when I eat that pussy I go fast nigga I start how slow

then I spit it up pretty boy shit I G'd it up

so my shit I read it up..read enough

nigga it's my time I don't believe in luck

unless it's bad nigga that's my fam

diamond lane squat bangin

you might wanna come when my squat hangin

you probably wanna come when you fuck with me

but no baby I don't fuckin free so

[Hook:]

Yeah I hope niggas don't start, start to hangin

what? 'cause it's probably gonna be follow by..

yeah, and I ain't really try fuck my vacation

but if it's only money it gonna be the only thing that I start chasin

huh, real nigga just stand up

you're feeling yourself when you squat nigga put your hands up

what? you got a few dollars you're gonan fuck nigga put them bands up

and ti start drummin the on to the side that start plumin, plumin plumin

huh, yeah hell I'm bout that life

what, don't cross me boy I'm bout that crife

when my sew is.. my loss

yeah that's mother fucking moly ain't no joke

yeah come fill ti all on my insides,

kind of like bitch she fall it let it nigga inside

ash tight em ..me high

I ain't tryin got me slow though

mami say I'm so fly, baby I already know so

[Hook:]

Diamond like liquor stars

it's OTL that's fuck

Thanks to Anton for correcting these lyrics