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mixing my problems. - yfn lucci lyrics

[intro]
yeah, look

[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 b*tches 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’ n*gga, you know it
i put everything in my name, i own it
everything i’m in, yeah, n*gga, i own it
everything i’m in, yeah, n*gga, i own it
yeah, n*gga, i own it
we settin’ trends, n*gga
you cuffin’ her friend, n*gga
in a maybach benz, n*gga, huh
me and lil’ twin, n*gga, yeah
how the f*ck you gon’ talk behind another n*gga back like i ain’t gon’ hear it, n*gga?
how the f*ck you gon’ say you had love for lil’ bro and you ain’t never go spin, n*gga? yeah
[chorus]
this a whole ‘nother new kit, this a whole ‘nother new b*tch
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 f*ck her, she never wanna leave me
she get to eatin’ it, actin’ greedy
i remember sippin’ act’ with greedy
these n*ggas soft as tempur*pedic
these n*ggas offered, i ain’t need it
these n*ggas never hollered free me
b*tch know i’m colder than february, i’m so unordinary
and my closet got too many dead presis, sh*t 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 n*ggas be tom and jerry

[chorus]
this a whole ‘nother new kit, this a whole ‘nother new b*tch
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 b*tch
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

- yfn lucci lyrics

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