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Verse 1
Young Shawn up in this bitch
Somebody hide the women and the kids
He gutting all the pigs, and he pulling at the ribs
Tryna stack some better figs, So he can get some better digs
He riding through the city with a Christmas list
If the nigga get a ticket shit’ll get dismissed
Nobody ever thought his head’ll get this big
Anybody that’ll listen better get this kid
Cause I know Yall niggas never wanna listen
And I know yall niggas never wana pay
And I know Yall niggas Gona Wana ball with a nigga
But I already know what ima say, I ain’t really got the time
Just to rhyme with you nigga
All you niggas get the fuck up out my way..
You ole dumb ass stupid ass
Don’t know what you doing ass
Bitch get the fuck up out my face, cause i got
Chorus:
Duffel bags, with a thousand problems
I got one for ever city, and I don’t know how to solve em
I got money bags, with a thousand issues
Better spend it while you living
Cause you just can’t take it with you
I got fame, money, dollars, clothes
I got a thousand problems nigga prolly never know
When I get fame, money, Dollars, clothes
I’ll have a thousand problems niggaa prolly never know that I got
Verse 2:
Problems kid, riding through the city like a problem kid
These niggas always Spittin what they bargainin
Or outa did, nigga what you thought this is
I’m just a young ass niggas with a vision, mama on edge cause of how I make a living, she don’t really get it, why you buying all your beats that price, why you never with your friends at night, cause I got
Chorus
Duffel bags, with a thousand problems, I got one for ever city
And I don’t know how to solve em, i got money bags
With a thousand issues, better spend it while you living
Cause you just can’t take it with you
I got fame, money, dollars, clothes
I got a thousand problems nigga prolly never know
When I get fame, money, Dollars, clothes
I’ll have a thousand problems niggaa prolly never know that I got
Verse 3:
Real fuckin issues, peanut butter sandwich
Never bread to eat Never have a Shawty so it’s rare I creep
Steady following my dreams, I’m really scared to sleep
Got a bad ass chick getting head from me
She ain’t never got a problem Tryna press repeat
Then I tried to get a tickle, shit put me in a pickle
I said got damn shawty, I thought head was free
But I knew this shit was my callin
And I knew this shit was my lane
If you pray at night, and have faith in Christ
You might bundle fortune and fame
But just know that all it contains
Ain’t quite the same as your heroes
Steady changing your ego
From all the problems here we go, cause I got
Chorus
Duffel bags, with a thousand problems
I got one for ever city, and I don’t know how to solve em
I got money bags, with a thousand issues
Better spend it while you living
Cause you just can’t take it with you
I got fame, money, dollars, clothes
I got a thousand problems nigga prolly never know
When I get fame, money, Dollars, clothes
I’ll have a thousand problems niggaa prolly never know that I got Duffel bags, with a thousand problems
I got one for ever city, and I don’t know how to solve em
I got money bags, with a thousand issues
Better spend it while you living
Cause you just can’t take it with you
I got fame, money, dollars, clothes, I got a thousand problems nigga prolly never know, when I get fame
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