Problems by Miquo Lyrics
[Produced by AraabMuzik]
[Verse]
Long ride with the 45 he ain’t bust it (na)
Traffic jam
Got cousin paranoid
Sirens coming (yuh)
Glass half full
Not empty
I’m sippin sumn
Pocket full of money
Just hit the lick cus he hungry
Fuck it
If they pull em over he goin out
Like Cleo
Lettin off torpedos
Roll the dice
Life C-LO
Gotta risk it to win it
Gotta bitch blowin my line over due for the dick and
I think her best friend pregnant
Sayin the chirren is mine
But the fuck is they kidn
I only fucked her one time..
My Mama rent over due
My little brother runnin wild
Couldn’t control what he do
I used to tell em be safe
Knowin the city full of hate
These niggas know that they fake
These bitches know they ain’t solid
If you ain’t gettin no money
These people foldin like wallets
So I just keep gettin profit
But I ain’t say much bout it
Like where I been? while y’all was lyin on my name I was grindin
Like where I been?
Oh, I was flyin on a plane to an island
Like Where was friends when I needed em?
Shit I always had josh
And then I met Christian Lace, nigga
I grew up with Maudi
And Rest In Peace to Carey Webster!
Can’t believe we lost tommy!
(Can’t believe we lost tommy!)
They say the good die young
I guess my soul really rotten..
In the field (NFL)
Still slaves
Just ain’t picking no cotton
Dawg my mind been made up
I can’t work for nobody
[Hook]
This ain’t the life we chose my nigga
This just the life he wrote
And so I write my wrongs
I put the plight in songs my nigga
Cus this is the life I own
This ain’t the life we chose my nigga
This just the life he wrote
And so I write my wrongs
I put the plight in songs my nigga
Cus this is the life I own
(Prolems, problems, prolems, prolems, prolems)
[Verse]
Long ride with the 45 he ain’t bust it (na)
Traffic jam
Got cousin paranoid
Sirens coming (yuh)
Glass half full
Not empty
I’m sippin sumn
Pocket full of money
Just hit the lick cus he hungry
Fuck it
If they pull em over he goin out
Like Cleo
Lettin off torpedos
Roll the dice
Life C-LO
Gotta risk it to win it
Gotta bitch blowin my line over due for the dick and
I think her best friend pregnant
Sayin the chirren is mine
But the fuck is they kidn
I only fucked her one time..
My Mama rent over due
My little brother runnin wild
Couldn’t control what he do
I used to tell em be safe
Knowin the city full of hate
These niggas know that they fake
These bitches know they ain’t solid
If you ain’t gettin no money
These people foldin like wallets
So I just keep gettin profit
But I ain’t say much bout it
Like where I been? while y’all was lyin on my name I was grindin
Like where I been?
Oh, I was flyin on a plane to an island
Like Where was friends when I needed em?
Shit I always had josh
And then I met Christian Lace, nigga
I grew up with Maudi
And Rest In Peace to Carey Webster!
Can’t believe we lost tommy!
(Can’t believe we lost tommy!)
They say the good die young
I guess my soul really rotten..
In the field (NFL)
Still slaves
Just ain’t picking no cotton
Dawg my mind been made up
I can’t work for nobody
[Hook]
This ain’t the life we chose my nigga
This just the life he wrote
And so I write my wrongs
I put the plight in songs my nigga
Cus this is the life I own
This ain’t the life we chose my nigga
This just the life he wrote
And so I write my wrongs
I put the plight in songs my nigga
Cus this is the life I own
(Prolems, problems, prolems, prolems, prolems)