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Mother Mother Problems

My spell is like a curse, I just wanna flirt What part of "No" don't you really understand? One-syllable word, old man? You got a problem with my space

Chorus You see .. in my 87 jeans That's nothing Got the mother fucker on six That's nothing .. mother fuckers don't like it do something The only way

I fuckin' feel ya They be starin' at the money ilike its unfamilar I get it, I live it to me there's nothing realer Just enough'll solve your problems

A. will never die, just multiply Colors You don't know me, fool, you disown me, cool I don't need your assistance, social persistence Any problem I

my goons to gunnin (gucci) like batman robbin we be floggin mobbin inside Aston martins beg your pardon gucci darlin more check than a check-o-slovin whats your mother fuckin problem

new york nonstop. Chorus ( Jadakiss) Muahh you gotta love it though cuz now I getting other dough how you think I'm comin back and forth wit the mother

t say "Wassup" back? Anyway, I see you finally made it home Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know Oh, you was too drunk to drive, huh Damn right, I got a problem Huh

mama The projects, the drugs, the children, the thugs The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often The problems

When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin' hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night on they mother's cordless