99 problems - Intellectual

[Intro]

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[Chorus: fflex]

Wake up one day, and I'm checkin' my phone (My phone)

Fine shit, got a fat ass, she grown (She grown)

She wildin', already knew she was goin' (Goin')

But fuck it, niggas know what I'm on (I'm on)

She childish, and she swear that she grown

She lyin', told her, "Get off my phone" (My phone)

Be quiet, now I'm back all alone

Goddamn (Goddamn)

[Verse 1: fflex]

Converse with a bitch? (A bitch?)

Nigga, I can't converse with a ho (No ho)

And this bitch like a mouth with a switch (Frrr)

'Cause this ho never shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up)

'Cause this ho never shut the fuck up

I'm in the bitty, tryna fuck on a slut (What?)

B-B-Bitch, is you down, is we fuckin' or what? (Fuckin' or what?)

Look at the money I run up a month (Month)

I just bе rappin', this shit really fun (Fun)

Ninety-nine problеms, a bitch always one (One)

Bitch, why you calling me? What do you want? (Want?)

Said I'm unique, bitch, I'm one over one (A one)

Don't feel your love, bitch, you one over two

How many bitches I want? Over two

Tryna hang with me? Bitch, go get a noose

Bitch, you a junkie, that shit is not cool

Sorry, lil baby, I can't be your boo

[Bridge: fflex, vax]

I told the bitch, "I'd rather run a mile

Than spend more time tryna be shit with you" (Be shit with you)

I guess you bad, got a pretty smile (Smile)

That's like the only thing 'bout you that's true (That's true)

I ain't gon' lie, baby, been a while

I'm tryna stay the fuck away from you (From you)

Been goin' hard, nigga, since a child (A child)

These niggas don't even know what to do (Yeah)

[Verse 2: vax]

And we got both problems sayin' "Wow"

Buy me a flash, just hop in the store

Round of applause, nigga, do my bows

Bitche's show titties, don't know what to do (Ooh, oh)

How come these niggas want fuck with me now

Soon as they seen a nigga got cool? (Yeah)

'Cause of this money, prolly run a mile

Soon as it hit my account, I say, "Woo"

Woo, woo (Flex), woo, woo (Flex)

Ninety-nine problems, money is not one

I just might bring out some just on a gun

I want your bitch, I been plottin' for months

Told her, "Espresso, my shit", told 'em, "Much"

Sellin' out shows what I do, ho, that's lunch

These niggas hatin', don't know that I hunt (Oh, yeah)

Me and f-fflex flick up on the westside

Just please, take a photo of me, get my best side (Best side)

Fuck your set, you niggas on the dead side

Switch 'em down, hit his ass with a red-eye

Tried to box and press, tried to lock 'em down

[?] through the racks, flex the cap and gown

Baby, throw it back, might just catch it now (Woah)

Hit the lotto, bitch, man, I'm cashin' out (Cash, cash)