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Houston, We Have a Problem! Video (MV)




Performed By: Manny Mercury
Language: English
Length: 1:17
Written by: Christopher McLeod




Manny Mercury - Houston, We Have a Problem! Lyrics




I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might f*ck your wife
I might f*ck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket

Got her facin' it
Lacin' it
Tracin' it
Why keep f*ckin' if you fakin' it
Change niggas
All these pictures are the same image
Wait, if you wanna come
Then you gotta paint
Different kinda stuff
Different kinda things
Different kinda-
Maxing
Know I'm taxing
Disappear kinda quick, call it fasting
Disappear in your bitch like a vaccine
If you're here, I'll admit:
This is that scene
I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might f*ck your wife
I might f*ck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket

I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might f*ck your wife
I might f*ck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket
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English

I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might f*ck your wife
I might f*ck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket

Got her facin' it
Lacin' it
Tracin' it
Why keep f*ckin' if you fakin' it
Change niggas
All these pictures are the same image
Wait, if you wanna come
Then you gotta paint
Different kinda stuff
Different kinda things
Different kinda-
Maxing
Know I'm taxing
Disappear kinda quick, call it fasting
Disappear in your bitch like a vaccine
If you're here, I'll admit:
This is that scene
I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might f*ck your wife
I might f*ck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket

I beat the pussy, I socked it
Houston, we have a problem
They don't think I got my wings, they wondering why I'm up in the cockpit
Preparing for flight, take off like a rocket
Get out of my sight, get out of my pockets
Get out of the light, they don't need to spot this
I might f*ck your wife
I might f*ck your bitch
But not out of spite
I know 'bout the locket
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Writer: Christopher McLeod
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