
Too Many Problems Bravo the Bagchaser
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[Intro]
(Laudiano)
Look, look
I don't come to your mind? (Your mind)
Like none of the time? (Like none of the time?)
So you not gon' slide?
I hold my nine (Hold my nine)
Baby, one more time (Baby, one more time)
I'ma put you in line
God, send me a sign (Send me a sign)
Sippin' Rémy, not wine
I'ma put you in line
God, send me a sign (Send me a sign)
Sippin' Rémy, not wine 'cause, 'cause
[Chorus]
I got too many problems (Problems)
My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)
These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)
We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex
I got too many problems
My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)
These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)
We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex
[Post-Chorus]
Damn, I done bossed up
Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta
I eat steak and lobster
I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka
I, I, I can't lie
Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline
I'm so smacked, swervin'
When I hop out, everybody nervous
(Laudiano)
Look, look
I don't come to your mind? (Your mind)
Like none of the time? (Like none of the time?)
So you not gon' slide?
I hold my nine (Hold my nine)
Baby, one more time (Baby, one more time)
I'ma put you in line
God, send me a sign (Send me a sign)
Sippin' Rémy, not wine
I'ma put you in line
God, send me a sign (Send me a sign)
Sippin' Rémy, not wine 'cause, 'cause
[Chorus]
I got too many problems (Problems)
My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)
These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)
We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex
I got too many problems
My 40 finna solve 'em (Solve 'em)
These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (Dodge 'em)
We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex
[Post-Chorus]
Damn, I done bossed up
Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta
I eat steak and lobster
I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka
I, I, I can't lie
Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline
I'm so smacked, swervin'
When I hop out, everybody nervous
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