MIXING MY PROBLEMS.

Album cover art for "MIXING MY PROBLEMS." by YFN Lucci

YFN Lucci - Rap, USA

MIXING MY PROBLEMS.

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Duration: 3:01

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[Intro] Yeah, look [Chorus] This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch This a whole 'nother new, this a whole 'nother new wrist This a two cup, gotta pour up for Quinn This a two cup with my problems in it Got a two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it [Verse 1] I just might plain-jane Rollie You cannot hang with gang, you phony She tatted my real name on her We do not live the same, homie Look, I got like one main only Eight side bitches and the rest of 'em going Knock somethin' down if you claim you scorin' I go wherever I want and you know it She go bussdown middle-part shorty Bought hеr a Birkin, I spent like a forty I came homе, I was already loaded That's on my mama, lil' nigga, you know it I put everything in my name, I own it Everything I'm in, yeah, nigga, I own it Everything I'm in, yeah, nigga, I own it Yeah, nigga, I own it We settin' trends, nigga You cuffin' her friend, nigga In a Maybach Benz, nigga, huh Me and lil' twin, nigga, yeah How the fuck you gon' talk behind another nigga back like I ain't gon' hear it, nigga? How the fuck you gon' say you had love for lil' bro and you ain't never go spin, nigga? Yeah [Chorus] This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch This a whole 'nother new, this a whole 'nother new wrist This a two cup, gotta pour up for Quinn This a two cup with my problems in it Got a two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it [Verse 2] I'm havin' more ice than a make-believe I put that Patek on the sleeve When I fuck her, she never wanna leave me She get to eatin' it, actin' greedy I remember sippin' Act' with Greedy These niggas soft as Tempur-Pedic These niggas offered, I ain't need it These niggas never hollered free me Bitch know I'm colder than February, I'm so unordinary And my closet got too many dead presis, shit like a mortuary I tried to hide it, had to divide it 'cause it'd be too much to bury You a gangster, you 'posed to wear it But these niggas be Tom and Jerry [Chorus] This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch This a whole 'nother new, this a whole 'nother new wrist This a two cup, gotta pour up for Quinn This a two cup with my problems in it Got a two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it [Outro] This a whole 'nother new kit, this a whole 'nother new bitch This a whole 'nother new, this a whole 'nother new wrist This a two cup, gotta pour up for Quinn This a two cup with my problems in it Got a two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it Two cup, mixin' my problems in it

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Credits

Writers
  • YFN Lucci
  • EVRGRN
  • TM88
  • Rayny
  • C$D Sid
  • Hendrix Smoke