Mannie Fresh - Problems lyrics

[Hook: Robotic Voice] I've got problems In my f**ing house b**h would you please Get the f** out [Verse 1] Trust these hoes, they all slick I found out, they ain't sh** Almost was played by my main b**h Ohh Boy, she tried to pull 1 off quick I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich On a 60 day tour with my clique She hit me while I'm on the road and was like Bae sh** bad can moms spend a few nights? I say Yeah, when its cool But now, check what this hoe do Slickly moving momma in my house Cause picture the whole wild she put out Now dat ain't even the half of it With moms come 2 neices, 2 nephews, 2 cousins They don' got comfortable in my sh** Children dont flush the toilet after they piss b**hes, piles, kids, jumping and playing Breaking lamps, wasting food and leaving stains Mom laying in my lazy boy Kids jamming tapes in my VCR Flicking my TV like a light switch God can only stop me from k**ing this b**h I'm on the way back to my crib I pull up, "this can't be where I live" I jump out ready, to start f**ing I'm pissed off, mad and disgusted b**h tryna give me a excuse It ain't nothing you can say or do You ask could Mom stay cause it was bad... You ain't said nothing bout cha whole fam Look at my sh**, it's f**ed up And it smell like a project cut You ain't had the decency to clean up You, ya ma, and children, can pack up Please hurry before I go off And mess around in here and catch a charge You don showed me, you ain't sh** You showed me, a b**h gon be a b**h Look what you don caused in my house Before you get pistol whipped, b**h get out! [Hook] [Verse 2] Here's another f**ed up episode My cousin came to visit from Chicago I ain't seen em' since we was young bucks I turned thug, he's a wannabe but a busta So why he down visiting, he staying wit me I put him under surveilence learned him in a week He don't put 100% in his hygiene He lied and stopped bout what he doing be in the streetz He eating, he sh**ting, he sleeping, all for free He ain't cleaning behind his self, 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 Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland I jet and this n***a 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 And decide to fly back home and check on this b**h I get down, f**ed up my sh** packed like a nightclub Sofa's ripped, tape is broke and it's full of weed smokers n***a got it coming, every tooth in his mouth I'ma knock-out, I can't believe what he did to my house [Hook] [Outro: Mannie Fresh] Look at this sh**, Getcha lil stankin' a** kids Ya know what im saying? Your uncle over there wearing my T-shirt That motherf**er like what, he must be like 54' inches or something like that and I just wear a 1X, and we got Tyrone and lil Tyronisha, Thats ignorant like a Mother f**er to name that lil girl Tyronisha, and Clarence and Uncle ray, Yo lil brothers and all that sh** let em' get the f** up outta here, f**ing up everything...Ya know what im saying? The only thing yall motherf**ers brung here was a old VCR the one that pop up, one of them old motherf**ers get yall old a** VCR and get the f** up outta here, and b**h you turned my draws pink now getcha funky a** outta here...Bizzznitchh!