Juicy J - She Solve All Problems lyrics

[Intro] I got a black b**h I want to introduce You hating a** n***as to, know what I'm saying? She solve all motherf**ing problems I got a lot of problems but a b**h ain't 1 [Verse 1: Juicy J] I ride in a Rolls With Bullet proof Doors One call to my goons They invade your Home I'm out here getting Money I take care my Business New rings on, Two chains on I'm riding around and getting it n***a out here bumping gums like we ain't gone get em' n***a think we playing games till we catch him slipping Get a tag on your toes, hope your casket fit ya Yo mama crying in the church with yo baby sister f**ing with that white girl, call her Taylor Swift Put that pistol to yo face, you'll get a face lift You keep talking, In yo own grave Boy we shooting on sight, so you DOA [Hook] I got this black b**h, she a fine a** model I like to squeeze her a**, I like to hear her holla When my funds low, she'll go and get them dollars What I love about her, She solve all problems She solve all problems, She solve all problems She solve all problems, She solve all problems What I love about her, She solve all problems She solve all problems, She solve all problems [Verse 2: Juicy J] Hundred rounds, no way I'm missing f** a snitch We'll leave no witness Now you sleeping with the fishes Should of mind your f**ing business Straight up out the Three Six Mafia Run up on ya, then pop ya Have ya body missing for a hundred years, Jimmy Hoffa All my n***as real, just dealers and k**ers And you won't know who a k**er, untill he k** ya Don't Blame me, take a look in the mirror You a b**h in the streets, but you gangster on Twitter We got them guns, Memphis n***as call em' yoppers When we pull them pistols out n***as wanna talk You tough as King Kong when you with your partners But they to busy running to even see who shot ya