[Intro]
League of Starz
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[Chorus: Problem]
Ayy, ayy bitch, try this
Guarantee turn a square to a bi bitch
You ain't down, b-b-bye bitch
I ain't got time for playin, I'm just saying man
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
I ain't got time for playin', I'm just sayin' man
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
I ain't got time for playin', I'm just sayin' man
We out here tryna function
[Verse 1: E-40]
We out here tryna function, bitch (Biatch!)
You're fuckin' off my high, get up out my mix
You're messin' up my vibe, I'm tryna get some crevice
Put her in my ride, take her to the Ritz
I'm toasted and sloppy, off of broccoli Bacardi
151 out my body, about that green like wasabi
Like Young Bari, we mobby, we bossin', back the fuck off me
Getting money my hobby, not getting money is not (Not getting money is not)
Only rappers I listen to is E-40 and Pac (E-40 and Pac)
I'm having my revenue, playa havin' this guap
I'm on my fly big nigga shit, man I stay laced and groomed
I spray myself with sucka repellent my nigga, not perfume
Anything you got I can sell it, a hustler think I can't
Gift of gab, sell the White House black paint
Word Candy, S-L-A-N-G
I'm thinkin 'bout takin' a million dollar insurance policy out on my mouthpiece
Biatch!
League of Starz
Trend on the beat
[Chorus: Problem]
Ayy, ayy bitch, try this
Guarantee turn a square to a bi bitch
You ain't down, b-b-bye bitch
I ain't got time for playin, I'm just saying man
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
I ain't got time for playin', I'm just sayin' man
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
We out here tryna function, man we out here tryna function
I ain't got time for playin', I'm just sayin' man
We out here tryna function
[Verse 1: E-40]
We out here tryna function, bitch (Biatch!)
You're fuckin' off my high, get up out my mix
You're messin' up my vibe, I'm tryna get some crevice
Put her in my ride, take her to the Ritz
I'm toasted and sloppy, off of broccoli Bacardi
151 out my body, about that green like wasabi
Like Young Bari, we mobby, we bossin', back the fuck off me
Getting money my hobby, not getting money is not (Not getting money is not)
Only rappers I listen to is E-40 and Pac (E-40 and Pac)
I'm having my revenue, playa havin' this guap
I'm on my fly big nigga shit, man I stay laced and groomed
I spray myself with sucka repellent my nigga, not perfume
Anything you got I can sell it, a hustler think I can't
Gift of gab, sell the White House black paint
Word Candy, S-L-A-N-G
I'm thinkin 'bout takin' a million dollar insurance policy out on my mouthpiece
Biatch!
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