Oliver Hunt - I Gotta Problem lyrics

Intro [Myriha B] I got-ta pro-blem, yeah I can't help it I love women Verse 1 [Myriha] I, I don't be tryna' take advantage Of all the pretty faces so I'm sorry If I tend to come off just a lil bit mannish I never mean to But chica is bonita baby even making me speak Spanish And I ain't even fluent Giving me optical diabetes with her eye candies You got me drooling like I'm stupid, I'm sorry mama So many of you never heard that you are beautiful Well I'ma tell you cuz I know that it is crucial to Keep your self- esteem alive, I'ma keep it pumping I ain't tryna send your confidence to its funeral So you might catch me staring Cuz in my head all I hear are these words blaring Hook [Myriha] I gotta problem I can not help it Yes I love women They're my addiction Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, ohhh ayyeee Verse 2 I, I ain't tryna come off lustful Nahh, nor disrespectful But it's hard to look away when she wearing that denim What's wrong with loving beautiful women Nothing not a damn thing They calling it a damn shame They're hard to get out my head White shirt- damn stain But I guess that's how I like it Some women like "Eww" I suggest that they try it It's nothing better than her strength and grace Pretty face plus she comes in all shades and shapes Like, light skinned, waist thin, and some thick hips Or caramel thick all around bomb lips Damn shortie, tryna court me, sweet as chocolate Dance shortie, dance on me, gotta little dip Beautiful nonetheless I wrote this cuz I needed a song to confess that Hook Outro [Myriha] Ahhh, she makes me wanna write poetic lines And rhymes about how her kiss freezes time Warms my blood, moistens my inner thighs But I's don't wanna make a fool out of myself Because her pen game is truly ill, could nurse my pen to health And I just wanna give her words she's worth Shortie holds me down, she's so down, perfectly down to earth See, she's the woman I've been writing about before even knowing she exist When my lips and her's kiss I'm reminded of His power She puts the holla in my hallelujah Even Judas would've succumb to this goddess Better watch it, when the truth presents itself Listen intensively Never would've figured a figure could be so... damn Uproots the vocab straight from you Silhouette framed by cigarettes, make you change the things you don't like Or at least numb you to all the cons Because her list of pros carry on and on Like a melody misplaced in a hum she's smooth like that Got me saying f** my axe (ex) like a retired lumber jack I'm so fond of that girl I can't help but smile when her name is brought up Face is replaced with all teeth and sometimes dimples It's simple, baby makes every pimp bone in my body crippled Cupid done upped his ammo from arrows to missels And got me right in the kisser Damn shame, she can't even leave a room without me missing her Even in her sweats, when she's sick, after s**- is she still the sh** From the curve in hips to the curl in her lips I'm convinced Her body was made for me to touch Makes me wanna write my name on what I believe to be mine Use me tongue as paintbrush, her body as my canvas While I give her brain so good it would be ok to lose her mind She's French menue I can't pronounce fine This dime is 9 more than all the others I've ever had And I don't even have her She thinks I'm tryna trap her like the boxes in a plaid shirt I think I'd be a fool to let her slip past me So if you ask me, I'll tell you I'm on her a** like ashy a** be She's so bad these other girls look like nuns in comparison I'm sorry, it's not fair to them To even have them compete by the same standards of her She's in her own league Think the girl you got, got my girl beat? n***a please! You either delusional, stupid, or out right crazy Cuz my baby is down right delicious Got me licking the dishes for her gravy I can't swim but I'd jump in an ocean to save her