Video 99 Problems de Hodgy Beats 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Hodgy Beats - 99 Problems Lyrics

I got a one track mind
On this runaway train
And your runaway doggie
With that runaway brain
I'm a baller and a player and she's all about the game
And I come to entertain
And she come after I came
Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina
But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia
I can run in with the panties but she sure ain't CRV
That's the type of chick I'd be around to see hardly
Bitch, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me
Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka
White, tall, starched tee
My wolves bark like trees
Talk like G's
Nigga talk like me
I'm just rapping on the beat
Consider that I'm an artist
I mean you can like the niggas and bitches, I go the hardest
They're aiming at my wolves like they're finna go to target
And you ain't gon' buy shit
I ain't surprised

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I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
If you got a fucking problem come and get you some
Come and get you some
Just bring your bitch the fun
Me and my fuckin pack of wolves, hollerin through one

I wanna kick a flow but decided to write a speech
That you're worthy getting to me, but I ain't into Regis
And she gossip like a ho
And you know what hoes preach
These niggas go to church and be in the front row sleep
Ballin ain't shit and his homie got a kid
Homie wants to be a chef his homie plan to be a kid
Pop the pills with bitches prissy dirty her skills
Bitch you niggas dont phase me you must be crazy
I say what I want it ain't a but or maybe
And yes she badder than a fucking c class cedes
That she dress like the next girl, wassup baby
Wanna fuck you lay me but you can't replace me
Get this out under the rock and then she can't erase me
Amazing I mace em but a butt keep tasting
Appetizer Tyga, Nas and that categorizer
Sex with her and massages
I chop her up in garages

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Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina
But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia
Her name is McRamon but she sure ain't CRV
That's the type of chick I see around but do hardly
Bitch, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me
Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka
White, tall, starched tee

My wolves bark like trees
Talk like G's
Nigga talk like me

I'm just rapping on the beat
Consider that I'm an artist
I'm there looking like the labels and bitches, I go the hardest
They're aiming at my wolves like they're feeling going to target
And you ain't gonna buy shit
I ain't surprised