Tyga - F %kn Problem | Текст песни

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• Tyga
• F %kn Problem

I got a fuckin’ problem
Baby on me like a toddler
Keep my phone on silent
Vibrate, make that ass shake like a violin
College girls on me while you press like Dilan
I been everywhere you niggas ain’t
Can’t go where your bitch go, got her up late
Make my dick plank, she gon’ drink it straight
Rotate, let her friend taste
She from the DMV but I ain’t tryin’ to wait
DC, Maryland, them phones they be wearin’ them
Shout out my nigga Wally be fly like a terrorist
Get money like inheritance
That pussy I’mma wear it out
Yeah we in the strip club,
Blowin’ money, air it out
Talkin’ big shit
let me show you what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
Stacks for the freak show
told her bring the circus out
I ain’t gettin’ married ‘cause these hoes
they just go around
Ridin’ on the next clique soon as they up in town
Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga
They hold me down if it’s drama
And if it’s drama, I got that loud
Told my girl, Jeffrey Dahmer, and eat her out
Then I follow, and then I follow, dick in her mouth
They say Tyga only got like one hit
Shit, at least a nigga got a hit
Banana make her pussy split
Pornstar, loose lips,
Ain’t no room in my circle like a hula-hoop is
Bitch

Groupie ass nigga…