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Imma smoke that shit down to the bottom She say im the issue, yeah the problem I'm a monster i got 2 hearts and im wearin 1 Rest In Peace pimp C Tell a bitch smoke sum And I could stop rappin today, I really do this shit for fun Gas like 711 fill my tank with 91 At the Texaco rollin backwoods out in public And I know that you love it baby You know you don't gotta say, shit show me what you want They call it soul ties I just say we got a bond I really f*ck wit you I know you better than your momma And I could be in vogue like fuckin Madonna Treat you like my princess and we in Wakonda Slut you out, buy you pearls, and I put you on designers (Yeah uh, uh huh) She say im the Issue yeah the problem (I'm just your problem, im just your problem I just your- Im just your problem) (I'm just your problem, im just your problem I just your- Im just your problem) Yeah, I'm just your issue Might make you cry after we fight, like grab your tissue Then hit you up later that night like girl I miss you Leaving you confused