Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Am
Get the fuck out
[Verse 1] Trust these hoes,
Verse 2
Am
they all slick
Dm
I found out, they ain't shit
Almost was played by my main bitch
Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick
Am
I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich
On a 68 tour with my clique
Dm
She hit me while I'm on the floor
and was like
Ain't shit bad cause moms finna unite
Am
I say bad, when its cool
But now, check what this hoe do
Slickly moving momma in my house
Cause picture the whole
wild she put out
Dm
Now dat ain't even the half of it
Wit moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews,
Am
2 cousins
Baby got comfortable in my shit
Showing off dust and
Dm
trailings after they piss
Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing
Break lamps,
Am
wasting food and leaving stains
Mom laying in my lazy boy
Kids jamming tapes in my VCR
Flipping my TV like a light switch
Dm
God can only stop me from killing
this bitch
I'm on the way back to my crib
I pull up, "this can't be how I live"
Am
I jump out ready, to start fucking
I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted
Bitch tryna give me a excuse
It ain't nothing you can say or do
Dm
You ask the mind state, to do the bad
You ain't said nothing
bout cha whole fam
Am
Look at my shit, it's fucked up
At least smell like a project cut
You ain't had the decency
to clean up
Dm
You, ya ma, and children, can pack up
Please hurry before I go raw
And mess around in here and
catch a charge
You don showed me, you ain't shit
Am
You showed me, a bitch
gon be a bitch
Look what you don caused in my house
Before you get pissed (the whip) get out
Verse 3
Dm
Hook: I've got problems In my
fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
[Verse 2] Here's another fucked up episode
Verse 4
Am
My cousin
came to visit from
Chicago
I ain't saying since we was
young bucks
I turned thug, and he
wannabe with the bustas
Dm
So why he down visiting, he staying wit me
I put him under surveilence longer than
a week
He don't put 100% in his hygenes
He lied and stopped bout what
he doing be in the streetz
Am
He eating, he shitting, he sleeping,
all for free
He ain't cleaning behind his self,
Dm
he think it's the double tree
I'm almost to the point to ask him
Whats happening? But I know, he get smart,
I'ma slap him
Am
Now I gotta leave him by his
self for the weekend
I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland
Dm
I jet and this nigga go through my
phone numbers
Call em', tell him I got him a surprise party,
come over
So happen that I'm finished a day early
Am
And decide to fly back home and
check on this bitch
I get down, fucked up my shit
packed like a nightclub
Sofa's ripped, tape is broke an
Dm
d it's full of weed smokers
Nigga got it coming,
Am
every tooth in his mouth
I'ma knock- out, I can't believe what he
did to my house
Verse 5
Am
Hook: I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out
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