Issues-Luniz

I think it was Friday night, I met her at the club Apple Martini-ed up, smokin bud with my thugs Then yo yo, there she was, très bon booty ( *French* ) Like Beyoncé no fiancé, let's keep in touch I wanted to beat it up, cause she was a superbad I mean with all that a**, same night hit it that fast We at her mega pad, still diggin like a sav' We poppin x tabs, the head was extra lav' But this her baby dad and he don't live with her And at his grandma's pad they left the kids with her So that explains the pictures I see of this ni**a She says she's low on scrilla, she wanted gifts for her So she can get her nails done and get her weave fixed And I can't stand no nappy hair b**ch And so I break off bread, nothin but pocket change She blew my socks again and then I hopped in the Range And then she kept on askin for bread, like everyday "My children need some aspirine, I got some bills to day" Now what am I to say, cause Yuk, he love the kids Puffy sell millions, but Yuk, he love the kids So I broke off bread, I did it for the kids Never trust a b**ch, never think Yuk a trick I got the slut dismissed, she got the dismissal I ain't f**kin with you, b**ch, you got too many issues [CHORUS: Devin the Dude] You got too many issues Here, let me get you some tissue No, I don't mean to diss you But you want me to give you some money, quit actin funny Baby girl [VERSE 2: KB] Time after time, rhyme after rhyme I look around, some hoe after mine But I'm just steady on the low, steady 'bout my flow Why try to keep a hoe steady when they be steady wantin mo'? I don't want no hoe all on my back, all up in my sack Before I burn one, at every corner that I turn on Hoe, get a life ( ? ) boppin all night like you a ni**a Need to be at home with yo damn children Like that sh*t was cool, well ain't sh*t cool About your children missin school Because you done cut a fool at the club last night And you ain't ( ? ) six Ran into a couple of ballers cappin like you broke them tricks But them tricks make cheese, they pop bottles for fun And you'll f**k one just to say you f**ked one How dumb can one get, didn't even break bread to get with you And walkin round like you the f**kin sh*t, b**ch, you got too many issues [CHORUS] [VERSE 3: Numskull] B**ch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF Goodridge Cause you 21 now, what, you actin like a good b**ch? I'm tryin to get my ni**a sucked cause he from outta town You just suck his dick while I weigh out the pounds and then you out What you mean you don't know, don't you need a little bread? You can feed a starvin child for just a little bit of head You suck a broke ni**a dick but won't suck a rich ni**a He a white boy, little man, limp dick ni**a Three minutes and you gone, then I hit you at your home Give you a little for your pocket, now your weekend is on I don't understand, huh? Then why the f**k I'm talkin? Matter fact I'm wastin time, huh, b**ch, get to walkin You try to help a rat b**ch, she'll diss you on some wack sh*t You weigh 125, how you still lookin fat, b**ch? Save them cheap ( ? ) yeah, I'm tryin to diss you You a broke-a**, think-you-bad b**ch and you got too many issues [CHORUS] [uncredited woman] Ni**a, f**k yo broke a** You ain't got no muthaf**kin money anyway, ni**a Don't come over here talkin about I got issues You got issues Ni**a, you rollin on stop So don't even try to come over here Either you pay me or don't pay me no muthaf**kin attention So ehm that's all this about over here When you look my way I already know you gots to pay All this issue sh*t, you can take that sh*t to the next b**ch I ain't the one, ni**a Please Please believe it F**k that Pay me Yeah I got issues, so what? I'm tryin to get fly, youknowmsayin I'm tryin to go to the Century Club I need $100 on my hair I need uh 50 to go the nail shop I need 200 for that new Iceberg make-up So uh, what you workin with? Sh*t, I'm a real b**ch Yeah And I need to get my car washed As a matter of fact, I'm tryin to roll yo sh*t Don't you got a Jag or somethin? Yeah, I'm tryin to roll yo sh*t, ni**a On the real, me and all my muthaf**kin homegirls We comin to the party