I got a one track mind On this runaway train And your runaway doggie With that runaway brain I'm a baller and a player and she's all about the game And I come to entertain And she come after I came Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia I can run in with the panties but she sure ain't CRV That's the type of chick I'd be around to see hardly Bitch, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka White, tall, starched tee My wolves bark like trees Talk like G's Nigga talk like me I'm just rapping on the beat Consider that I'm an artist I mean you can like the niggas and bitches, I go the hardest They're aiming at my wolves like they're finna go to target And you ain't gon' buy shit I ain't surprised
[Chorus] I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one If you got a fucking problem come and get you some Come and get you some Just bring your bitch the fun Me and my fuckin pack of wolves, hollerin through one
I wanna kick a flow but decided to write a speech That you're worthy getting to me, but I ain't into Regis And she gossip like a ho And you know what hoes preach These niggas go to church and be in the front row sleep Ballin ain't shit and his homie got a kid Homie wants to be a chef his homie plan to be a kid Pop the pills with bitches prissy dirty her skills Bitch you niggas dont phase me you must be crazy I say what I want it ain't a but or maybe And yes she badder than a fucking c class cedes That she dress like the next girl, wassup baby Wanna fuck you lay me but you can't replace me Get this out under the rock and then she can't erase me Amazing I mace em but a butt keep tasting Appetizer Tyga, Nas and that categorizer Sex with her and massages I chop her up in garages
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Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia Her name is McRamon but she sure ain't CRV That's the type of chick I see around but do hardly Bitch, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka White, tall, starched tee
My wolves bark like trees Talk like G's Nigga talk like me
I'm just rapping on the beat Consider that I'm an artist I'm there looking like the labels and bitches, I go the hardest They're aiming at my wolves like they're feeling going to target And you ain't gonna buy shit I ain't surprised