The Problem ft. Mr. Dirtball Lyrics

She introduced me to her friends, ready know which one I'm plotting on

She was talking bout that Virgil piece like I ain't got it on

Said she on a pill but I'm still gon put a condom on

Broke her heart now the bitch ain't eating like it's ramadan

She blocked me on everything, earrings cost a wedding ring

That bitch want a Birkin, she must think a fairy came

Wagwan to my shooter out in England I call him Harry Kane

You tough on the web but you a bitch I call you Mary Jane

Yeah (W-w-w-w-w-Wizard)

She caught me cheating so I asked for an apology

I'm A-P-A so why the fuck she asking bout astrology

K.O.V no N.L.E. but you know how my shottas be

I'm balling like I'm Sasser bitch you staying where the lockers be

Said "do you love me?" I can't lie I told her honestly

"If you can suck me 10 more times I'll turn it to a probably"

Ok I lied, she gon have to get on top of me

This bitch can't get this magnum off my dick this shit a novelty (Bitch)

My Nikhil on that beat!

ATX, but I'm the H fucking a stripper

I can't do no freaky hoes no more my last bitch told me whip her, yeah

She don't fuck with henny I put D'usse in her liver

If she ain't sucking dick tonight I'll leave and fuck her sister

I knew that she wasn't shit until she met me had to flip her

I can't fuck my fans no more this bitch gon make me lose my temper on some real shit

Yeah, okay

Made her come I know she'll come back if I need her

Got his chick in my coupe no room for you two-seater

Microwave chops my bros running round with heaters

Ruler clip gon make 'em learn a lesson like a teacher

Ruler clip gon make 'em learn a lesson like it's grade school

She tried to block me she said A-P-A I hate you

But guess who got her panties on the ground that old shit ain't true

She introduced me to her friends, ready know which one I'm plotting on

She was talking bout that Virgil piece like I ain't got it on

Said she on a pill but I'm still gon put a condom on

Broke her heart now the bitch ain't eating like it's ramadan

Yeah

Can't name a bitch that I fucked that ain't come back yet

Can't do no kiss turn her over make her back wet

Thought that was your bitch, put her pussy in a casket

Gone for the-

She was gone for the night, I know you miss her

Fucked your bitch then I went and fucked your sister

Nutted in your bitch mouth then you kissed her

Like how my dick taste, yeah how my dick taste?

How my dick taste, yeah how my dick taste?

How my dick taste, yeah how my dick taste?

How my dick taste, yeah how my dick taste?

Like how my dick taste?

She want clear skin so I put it on your bitch face

Hundred in the clip, I'm with Kart we shooting big Ks

Can't remember when I gave a fuck bout what a bitch say, yeah (W-w-w-Wizard)

That bitch ready, off two shots she steady

Any beef I dead it, I ain't read it

What you talking bout "I love you" I ain't said it

Bitch you crazy, you can't have my baby, knew that pill Fugazi

When you talk bout A-P-A you better end it with "he made me" cause you needed me

I could have her back in my room easily

You acting special like I'd even let you be seen with me

Talk bout how I lied don't you forget when you believed in me

I ain't ghosted I just treat you how you treated me, bitch