If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one Hit me!
He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes who wanna make sure his casket’s closed Rap critics that say he’s «Money Cash Hoes» He’s from the hood stupid what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapitos You’d be celebratin’ the minute you was havin’ doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole assholes You don’t like our lyrics you can press fast forward Beef with radio if we don’t play they show They don’t play our hits well we don’t give a shit, so All these mags trying to use our ass So advertisers can give em more cash for ads…fuckers I don’t know what you take us as Or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has From rags to ritches, we ain’t dumb We got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one Hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin’ a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try and push me I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing that’s gonna happen is im’ma get to clappin’ He and his boys gon be yappin’ to the captain And there I go traped in the kit kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin’ again Paparatzi’s with they cameras snappin’ them D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail ’cause I’m African All because ths fool was harrasin’ them Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin’ But ain’t nothin sweet ’bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems but this bitch ain’t one
99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one Hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one Hit me
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