lirik lagu c-kno – problems
[hook: c-kno]
since i ain’t come up with a father, imma get rich for my mama
if your thinking of holding me back, b-tch you gone get cut like a barber
i’m headed straight to the top, and looking to go even farther
i come from the hood, finesse then i jug
you know a young nigga had problems
problems, you know i had problems, you know i had, [x4]
[verse 1: c-kno]
lord knows jugging and finessin’ is a blessin’
when i get to steppin’, b-tch i keep that smith&wesson
imma run up hella racks because i heard my mama stressin’
knew i was a legend since i was 11
wear black like a reverend, ask if i’m the best, a’int no question
wake and i bake smoking swishers for breakfast
nigga’s is fake plus they broke and they jealous,but if they want war it’s whatever whenever
‘cuz fuck nigga’s never faze me, they hate me
can’t wait to erase me [aye]
but these hoes like lebron in the paint, they can’t wait to bang me
no talking, pay me, all ’bout my ben’s like mercedes, whipping it up like its slavery
these b-tches crazy, they ask me to father they babies, then i’m on a roll like a skate rink,say you whippin’ chickens let me see your wrist then
how come when i checked the kitchen, homie you was missing?
know i’m repping 216 and if i catch you dissing
then i’m on that bull-shit like i’m scottie pippen
get to sippin’ then i roll up a spliff and get high
pick up a thot just to hop in her thighs
no lovin’ or cuffin’ this just for tonight
fuck you expect, sent a text with goodbye, [aye]
[hook]
[verse 2: c-kno]
remember back when everybody was asleep tho
now they peeped i’m a wild boy like steveo
why your b-tch steady texting? she a freak hoe
every time i hit her with the d she be geeked bro
is it ‘cuz i’m flexing on you niggas like i’m john wall
or ‘cuz i’m down to catch a body like a ground ball
they ask me why i always keep my watch on
‘cuz i ain’t got the time to take some time off
all of these niggas be claiming they whippin’
is you really in the kitchen?
‘cuz my family still do this shit for a livin’
trying to make it out the trenches
i just want money and respect, but if your beefing with the set
the all my homies at your neck
if von pull up with the tec
you best get to duckin’ because he bustin’
what the fuck did you expect?
i’m trying to tell you that these b-tches fake, getting cake
let a real nigga demonstrate, doing tricks with these tricks like a nigga skate
imma finesse for a check ’till my niggas straight
this b-tch know i’m all ’bout my bills, this shit for real
fuck how you fuck niggas feel
i keep that steel, if you run up on me you might get k!lled
aye, aye
c-kno getting green like ceelo
finna jack these little niggas like deebo, ooh
[c-kno]
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