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Brickboydior - PROBLEM CHILD Lyrics



Brickboydior - PROBLEM CHILD Lyrics
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Bitch im young and rich, this money gettin to my head
Done dropped that bag and gave them extra to make sure buddy dead
Bitch, I go retarded, got everybody thinkin' I'm special-ed
I know I'm a problem child, got everybody wishin' I was dead
In that dually truck with twin that drake up in my hand
If you don't get it by any means, then I don't understand
Postin' R.I.P.'s, ain't get your lick back, I just don't get it
Since a jit when I jumped off the porch, all I knew was get it
Bitch, I'm the motion kid, only focused on getting rich
I'm on house arrest, I'll make that call and get ya hit
Dont get it twisted bitch, watching my page while I hit ya, bitch
Masked up, then we spin, they ain't seein' shit
Yeah, pockets fat as f*ck, I feel like a fat bitch
That shit sad as f*ck, but we you got motion, every bitch you hit
Hit the streets, taught myself how to rob when I ain't had shit
Bitch, I got mad rich, they know we the motion kids
I still won't sign a deal, cause I know how to run it up
Every single bitch say I'm a dickhead, I don't give a f*ck
That boy fat as hell, he couldn't run, Glock gave him tummy tuck
Life or death, I'll give ya options, come and try ya luck
Bitch, I'm with the same gang, we don't never switch lanes
Unless I'm ducking troll, I hit the gas, then the whip spit flames
Certified crash out, they know I'm mentally insane
I don't like what's goin' on in my head, so I'ma snatch your brain
Take that for myself, that's what I'm used to
How to get away with murder, looked that up on YouTube
I was watchin' bodies get dropped when I should've been watchin' Blue's Clues
That's what f*cked me up, so crashin' out, the only thing I knew
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Bitch im young and rich, this money gettin to my head
Done dropped that bag and gave them extra to make sure buddy dead
Bitch, I go retarded, got everybody thinkin' I'm special-ed
I know I'm a problem child, got everybody wishin' I was dead
In that dually truck with twin that drake up in my hand
If you don't get it by any means, then I don't understand
Postin' R.I.P.'s, ain't get your lick back, I just don't get it
Since a jit when I jumped off the porch, all I knew was get it
Bitch, I'm the motion kid, only focused on getting rich
I'm on house arrest, I'll make that call and get ya hit
Dont get it twisted bitch, watching my page while I hit ya, bitch
Masked up, then we spin, they ain't seein' shit
Yeah, pockets fat as f*ck, I feel like a fat bitch
That shit sad as f*ck, but we you got motion, every bitch you hit
Hit the streets, taught myself how to rob when I ain't had shit
Bitch, I got mad rich, they know we the motion kids
I still won't sign a deal, cause I know how to run it up
Every single bitch say I'm a dickhead, I don't give a f*ck
That boy fat as hell, he couldn't run, Glock gave him tummy tuck
Life or death, I'll give ya options, come and try ya luck
Bitch, I'm with the same gang, we don't never switch lanes
Unless I'm ducking troll, I hit the gas, then the whip spit flames
Certified crash out, they know I'm mentally insane
I don't like what's goin' on in my head, so I'ma snatch your brain
Take that for myself, that's what I'm used to
How to get away with murder, looked that up on YouTube
I was watchin' bodies get dropped when I should've been watchin' Blue's Clues
That's what f*cked me up, so crashin' out, the only thing I knew
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Writer: Skyler Pritchett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Brickboydior
Language: English
Length: 1:52
Written by: Skyler Pritchett

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