Tsu Surf - Her Problems lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Her Problems lyrics]
Mmm, Montage yo, hand me that rollup
Good looks in the Bunch we trust
Pray for me, I be sinnin'
Who cares when we been winnin'?
Decided I should take this shot myself
I'm John Lennon
Still trap, just keep it lower
Ex bitch still think I owe her
Touchdown in Cali
Hit shortstop up like I need a blower
Gettin' fellatio went to school with her
This really just a phase she owe
That probably mean we made it though
They actin' like I'm new to the town
Textin' my old teacher what I'd do to her now
Two bitches: one had a heart
One was a Smith N'
One I neglected, one I was grippin'
One was for barkin', one was just bitchin'
One got closer when it thickened
One was hittin' that commitment
If I do commit
How she know what it feel like
When she get way more love on social
Sites than in her real life?
Bad enough to fuck her raw
Contemplatin' and still might
I just gotta know what it feel like
Dirk Nowitzki with the same clique
Scorin' with the same team
Shot got the same kick
Up on a Tuesday but been up since Friday
Two friends, can't choose
They suggestin' ménages
We still trap without the dream
Buncha bitches
Buncha guns: way more ratchets than I need
Just somethin' to smoke blunts with
She from Chiraq but go to
Rutgers out New Brunswick
Convo, her and her roommate up in a condo
Sometimes she get homesick
Bump a lot of Rondo
Should see them thighs, back tatted
Pair of eyes her brother got cased up
Her bio say "free the guys"
'Cause he was with the shit
Said her boyfriend was a hitter
And her boyfriend got hit life divorced 'em
Forced her to that abortion
But she in college so it's pros to that
Same nigga that held her down
Can't hold her back
Yeah it's love, but that came with a kid
No school, minimum wage, and all of the above
Just vibin'
Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling
Takin' in all of her problems just vibin'
Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling
Takin' in all of her problems
Pass the blunt back
Tell me what her hug like
Say sometime she think about what
That baby would've looked like
Damn, so everybody got demons
She had nightmares, I'm sittin' daydreamin'
Don't trust niggas so she masturbate
Turn her blunt down, she had enough
She got class at 8
I'm about to slide, shawty
Good looks in the Bunch we trust
Pray for me, I be sinnin'
Who cares when we been winnin'?
Decided I should take this shot myself
I'm John Lennon
Still trap, just keep it lower
Ex bitch still think I owe her
Touchdown in Cali
Hit shortstop up like I need a blower
Gettin' fellatio went to school with her
This really just a phase she owe
That probably mean we made it though
They actin' like I'm new to the town
Textin' my old teacher what I'd do to her now
Two bitches: one had a heart
One was a Smith N'
One I neglected, one I was grippin'
One was for barkin', one was just bitchin'
One got closer when it thickened
One was hittin' that commitment
If I do commit
How she know what it feel like
When she get way more love on social
Sites than in her real life?
Bad enough to fuck her raw
Contemplatin' and still might
I just gotta know what it feel like
Dirk Nowitzki with the same clique
Scorin' with the same team
Shot got the same kick
Up on a Tuesday but been up since Friday
Two friends, can't choose
They suggestin' ménages
We still trap without the dream
Buncha bitches
Buncha guns: way more ratchets than I need
Just somethin' to smoke blunts with
She from Chiraq but go to
Rutgers out New Brunswick
Convo, her and her roommate up in a condo
Sometimes she get homesick
Bump a lot of Rondo
Should see them thighs, back tatted
Pair of eyes her brother got cased up
Her bio say "free the guys"
'Cause he was with the shit
Said her boyfriend was a hitter
And her boyfriend got hit life divorced 'em
Forced her to that abortion
But she in college so it's pros to that
Same nigga that held her down
Can't hold her back
Yeah it's love, but that came with a kid
No school, minimum wage, and all of the above
Just vibin'
Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling
Takin' in all of her problems just vibin'
Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling
Takin' in all of her problems
Pass the blunt back
Tell me what her hug like
Say sometime she think about what
That baby would've looked like
Damn, so everybody got demons
She had nightmares, I'm sittin' daydreamin'
Don't trust niggas so she masturbate
Turn her blunt down, she had enough
She got class at 8
I'm about to slide, shawty