Problem - My camaro lyrics

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Problem - My camaro lyrics

Just woke up, wipe from my eyes, need to roll somethin up. I need to get high as I motherf**in can. Just realized, hey I'm the f**in man. n***a I'm a god, get up off my a** and get my move on. b**h I f**ed last night, badder than a newborn. Yeah, my j**elry louder than a bomb, even the haters gotta say, "P, you on?" Yeah, I know that sh**. Same year whip, zoom, I flow that sh**. I make your b**h say yeah, n***as know that sh**. Cause I'm fresher than a b**h and I flow that sh**. Me, my n***a think I'm dressed like a trap star. Seen a million way before I was a rap star. Problem, yeah, causin the commotion. Why? Because I'm all that, and that's a motion Heard a n***a talkin, he say that he gon get you. He say that you a buster and you nowhere near official. I say, "That's right? That's what they sayin?" Man I don't know why a n***a hatin Man this n***a prolly seen his b**h in my Camaro, his b**h in my Camaro, his b**h in my Camaro. (x2) That's right. Shout out to my ego, I'm hot as hell like tivo. And if you say I'm not, you are lyin like a Leo Now get up on it G-lo. Ballin, rick patino. Louisville slugger, just a mean motherf**er. Only n**e mean muggin on the scene. Thuggin at award shows, saggin with my flag out, lookin for a reason just to pull this f**in gat out. Che-check it, flat out, we are not the same. I'm real, y'all faker than your chain. Eatin good, you can tell my diet changed. Four deep, supersport, got me in that diamond lane. sh**, in that diamond lane, that's that young money, cash money. I didn't take it, she gave that a** to me. So why you mad at me on the receiving end? n***a hate the song, and they say greedy, yeah Heard a n***a talkin, he say that he gon get you. He say that you a buster and you nowhere near official. I say, "That's right? That's what they sayin?" Man I don't know why a n***a hatin Man this n***a prolly seen his b**h in my Camaro, his b**h in my Camaro, his b**h in my Camaro. (x2) That's right. Diamond screamin from the lighter chain. Got these n***as on Twitter tryin to cyberbang. Tell em like, let me catch that boy, mike scypes. I ran up on him, all he wanna do is eye fight. Heh, god damn I love my life. I wake up and do whatever I like. I ain't even gonna rap no more like, I'm tired

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