PROBLEM - Strap lyrics

rate me

Ft Cash Out

It’s holiday season bitch

My nigga problem,

Kissing on my lp

And she know that we gonna beat it so loud

You’re body x 2

I pull over the strap and fuck it the smile, I fuck it on mine, chuch

And she know when a nigga put it work

And hop out the vurbe

She lift up and get skirt

Now shock it on, shock it out hits

To that kitchen and wip ‘em up

And you should know when we get into

Stash and get glad, stash and get glass on

Blast and friends to

We shutting for position I’m on the wasting

And switches and fuck ‘em

She do the dishes

She cook with me birth and she love the way that I dig it

She dig it

(Hook)

[Hell no right, hell no right

Your body x 2 ] x 2

I pull on the strap

She said on me loud

And she know a young nigga blow so hard

[Hell no right, hell no right

Your body x 2 ] x 2

Got damn it, I miss that, miss that

Pull it down, let me kiss that

Don’t be bringing out a necessary lights on

I don’t wanna trip, I don’t wanna fight

I just wanna fuck, I just want a joint

I just wanna smoke and just chill with a real bitch

For tonight

Whassup, pull up in the dog, fuck it and bare, you begging me

To not pull out, chill out, pull out and march

Your brother thinkin’ hard

You better get off the list

Now let me push, money and ca, I’m in a rush

Yeah that nigga government every time that you bust

You say you’ll be on the trigger, that’s why you keep ‘em

Give me now all that you give and will be our love secret

Come one let’s do it!

(Hook)