Problem - T.H.O.T. lyrics

[Hook: Huddy] That's your ho, I f**ed your b**h Hol' up, your face look mad as sh** She s**ed my dick and you kissed her Boy, I nutted all on her lips Cause you f**ing with a thot, n***a You f**ing with a thot, n***a That's on mamas Cause you f**ing with a thot, n***a You f**ing with a thot, n***a That's on mamas That's on mamas! [Verse 1: Game] You f**ing with a thot, n***a I'm a real n***a, b**h, You f**ing with a Pac n***a Graduated from the pills and them rocks, n***a Money , power, respect, come through like the Lox, n***a f** a bottle, buy the box, n***a Bought a Audemar, we don't google, we buy the stock, n***a Same old boppers, leader of the new school Spraying on them lockers, no rain gon' stop us Put the swang on yoppers, flush on the bottom Gold fangs on the top ones, Lucc game with the chopper And I'm known for cutting these hoes like I'm the bachelor They stuck in the hood, I'm the spatula Told these b**hes, expose these b**hes for who they are You a thot, yeah I really know these b**hes Dick is all I owe these b**hes for being themselves She a coach bag b**h but she follow Chanel That's on mamas! [Hook] [Verse 2: Problem] Uhhh, I got riggidy-riggidy racks and them diggidy-dam The piggidy-piggidy face of a riggidy clown Black out, back out like a flimsy blouse f** a track out, like racing outside, pussies chalked outline n***as can't be outshined, out rhymed or out dimes I'm like Magic in his prime without HIV (Come on) It's stunting season It's f** n***as like gays but for the other reason Me and Lucky getting cuddy in them other reasons Period, the b**h bleed then I f**ing bleed em (What?) You f**ing with a thot, n***a! My Compton n***as come with K's like dot, n***a Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone A few instagram likes, the b**h swear that she on! Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting pronto Knowing that sh** Rondos [Hook] [Verse 3: Bad Lucc] She kinda thick, what's your measure? Say her name bone collector, that's on the set-ta 354, [?] She like the way I dress with them 501s on the chill On our first two visits, nasty when I f** her Told her keep me out the clinic, on mamas I'm 'bout that business Blowing money fast but I'm standing out them fences Super pervert, I'm G. Levert to these b**hes Feeling like that n***a, back when I was skinny Before I was filling out them pictures and f**ing with your sister Mr grab diamond ware share of hoes And if my b**h didn't have a kid, I'd have a layer for hoes Hella sick with this pimping, my mama taught me how to tell a chick from a chicken Don't be f**ing with a Christian Diamond Lane banging, ain't hear it then get the trippin' I'm a king of these thots, n***a, listen [Hook] (x2)