Potter Payper - Problems lyrics
[Potter Payper - Problems lyrics]
Ugh I'm screaming pussy check the background
This ain't wrestling I still
Lay the smack down
So fuck shank beef I bring the strap round
Busy on the Lizzie I seen
More than a red band
There's always broke niggas saying
They wanna dead man
And start snitching when them boy
See the fed van
You're not on it still following them man
Better hit the floor when you
Pussies see my leng man
One G don't need no ten man
And it's certified he's gonna let seven bang
That's six in your body one in your melon
Chilling with my niggas counting money
Smoking lemon ugh I'm from the Eastside
With a bad B I call hun 'cah she fly
She's a ride or die pass the
Ting let me deep fry
Let the heat fly leave you on the street side
Ready getting money with my niggas
Fuck a cheap boy where I'm from if you get
Caught it's peak boy
Twenty-five eight no sleep boy
My Roleys submariner life deep boy
Can't slip when you're living
In the sea boy only time I go to the bottom
Is to the weed boy sunday in a trap house
Cutting shapes no aquarium
Bitches on my Rolex why'd you
Think I'm wearing it
Ugh tell that pussy keep staring then
Big four-fizzy you'll be staring then
Cock it back and blaow where he went
All my niggas on some scary ting ugh
So they know this
Chilling on the blocks on my own tip
We get money so we celebrating
Cos I was dead broke I was devastated
Now you could get a box on some MMA ting
Or you could get dropped relegated
In the trap house cutting down a load of punk
Only reason you got peng 'cah
We sold you one
Don't bother asking what the soldier done
Terry tried coming with five pennies
And a load of ones
So I sent him back I'm on an extensive trap
I got lemon like Lemsip packs
I was up in Ayelsbury working
On my chest and back
Now I'm fresh home just looking
For a lengthy stack still gotta dodge jakes
Cah I still got zed
Shots selling like hotcakes
I was up in Chelmsford working
On the hot plate
Potters on some shit like a prostate
Nought seven gram shots looking
Like frost flakes
And i got dirt wraps colour of Beyonce
The line fires on an off
Day that's a 3000 Andre you ain't Jim Conway
I get long money I don't get
That shit the long way
Cah my line bangs on an off day
Dargy on an on day listen that's an Andre
Andre 3000 I'm on the roads
Like i need housing
I run the bush I don't beat round it
I'm in the deep end but who's drowning
Long money imma keep counting
This ain't wrestling I still
Lay the smack down
So fuck shank beef I bring the strap round
Busy on the Lizzie I seen
More than a red band
There's always broke niggas saying
They wanna dead man
And start snitching when them boy
See the fed van
You're not on it still following them man
Better hit the floor when you
Pussies see my leng man
One G don't need no ten man
And it's certified he's gonna let seven bang
That's six in your body one in your melon
Chilling with my niggas counting money
Smoking lemon ugh I'm from the Eastside
With a bad B I call hun 'cah she fly
She's a ride or die pass the
Ting let me deep fry
Let the heat fly leave you on the street side
Ready getting money with my niggas
Fuck a cheap boy where I'm from if you get
Caught it's peak boy
Twenty-five eight no sleep boy
My Roleys submariner life deep boy
Can't slip when you're living
In the sea boy only time I go to the bottom
Is to the weed boy sunday in a trap house
Cutting shapes no aquarium
Bitches on my Rolex why'd you
Think I'm wearing it
Ugh tell that pussy keep staring then
Big four-fizzy you'll be staring then
Cock it back and blaow where he went
All my niggas on some scary ting ugh
So they know this
Chilling on the blocks on my own tip
We get money so we celebrating
Cos I was dead broke I was devastated
Now you could get a box on some MMA ting
Or you could get dropped relegated
In the trap house cutting down a load of punk
Only reason you got peng 'cah
We sold you one
Don't bother asking what the soldier done
Terry tried coming with five pennies
And a load of ones
So I sent him back I'm on an extensive trap
I got lemon like Lemsip packs
I was up in Ayelsbury working
On my chest and back
Now I'm fresh home just looking
For a lengthy stack still gotta dodge jakes
Cah I still got zed
Shots selling like hotcakes
I was up in Chelmsford working
On the hot plate
Potters on some shit like a prostate
Nought seven gram shots looking
Like frost flakes
And i got dirt wraps colour of Beyonce
The line fires on an off
Day that's a 3000 Andre you ain't Jim Conway
I get long money I don't get
That shit the long way
Cah my line bangs on an off day
Dargy on an on day listen that's an Andre
Andre 3000 I'm on the roads
Like i need housing
I run the bush I don't beat round it
I'm in the deep end but who's drowning
Long money imma keep counting