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Problem - I'm Cool Lyrics



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Mo' life, mo' weed
I see you looking at me
But I'm out yo league
I could tell how you move
But you not my speed
Not saying less about you
Just more about me
So

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?

'Cause if you ain't on that, you really getting laughed at
I'm on a fast track, and I'm not tryna flash back
To my crazy days, yeah, I had some crazy ways
It was a crazy phase, but, nigga, I got crazy pay
Woo, caught a few crazy fades
Though I'm still with the shit, each day it fades
So much shit done changed, shit, mostly me
Drugs had me making decisions emotionally
Allowing motherf*ckers to get too close to me
But now, a nigga like

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?

Forever on that and I ain't buying how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga
Bro, little nigga bang back

My mind different
I'm listening more, talking less
Ain't focused on L's, I'm talking best
I'm talking wins, I'm speaking wins into existence
Thank God for his persistence
Huh
But I was letting him down, now
F*ck where that ass at?
'Cause, baby girl, we past that
You ain't mine, so why would I even ask that?
I'm on a fast track, you still tryna flashback
You reminiscing about ass smacks in public
Telling me to stop, knowing that you love it
I liked it too
But a nigga like to hustle
More than I'm liking you, so

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at? (bitch, where that cash at?)

Forever on that and I ain't buying how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga

And I might go over your head
You need money stacked to sit tall as my leg
Changed my hiding spot, it was under my bed
Now right there is that thing that'll blow off your head
And I pray to God I never have to use it, on moms
Me or you, and I get to choose, All Father
And I ain't say that shit to be tough or rah-rah
I'm just tryna make sure my kids have a father
So respect my G
And if you buying goods from me, please respect my fee
I done earned every motherf*cking right

Hold on
Uh
So to whoever wanna clash nigga

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
For real
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?
What
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Mo' life, mo' weed
I see you looking at me
But I'm out yo league
I could tell how you move
But you not my speed
Not saying less about you
Just more about me
So

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?

'Cause if you ain't on that, you really getting laughed at
I'm on a fast track, and I'm not tryna flash back
To my crazy days, yeah, I had some crazy ways
It was a crazy phase, but, nigga, I got crazy pay
Woo, caught a few crazy fades
Though I'm still with the shit, each day it fades
So much shit done changed, shit, mostly me
Drugs had me making decisions emotionally
Allowing motherf*ckers to get too close to me
But now, a nigga like

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?

Forever on that and I ain't buying how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga
Bro, little nigga bang back

My mind different
I'm listening more, talking less
Ain't focused on L's, I'm talking best
I'm talking wins, I'm speaking wins into existence
Thank God for his persistence
Huh
But I was letting him down, now
F*ck where that ass at?
'Cause, baby girl, we past that
You ain't mine, so why would I even ask that?
I'm on a fast track, you still tryna flashback
You reminiscing about ass smacks in public
Telling me to stop, knowing that you love it
I liked it too
But a nigga like to hustle
More than I'm liking you, so

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at? (bitch, where that cash at?)

Forever on that and I ain't buying how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga

And I might go over your head
You need money stacked to sit tall as my leg
Changed my hiding spot, it was under my bed
Now right there is that thing that'll blow off your head
And I pray to God I never have to use it, on moms
Me or you, and I get to choose, All Father
And I ain't say that shit to be tough or rah-rah
I'm just tryna make sure my kids have a father
So respect my G
And if you buying goods from me, please respect my fee
I done earned every motherf*cking right

Hold on
Uh
So to whoever wanna clash nigga

Little nigga bag back
F*ck, where that ass at
For real
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?
What
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Writer: Jason Martin
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