Lyrics Tokyo Jetz – No Problem (Remix)

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Trina:
Trina!
I ain’t need no nigga for no paper, I’m a boss
Trophy with this money, I’m a motherfuckin boss

Can’t get caught up with no broke nigga, excuses and problems
He was lookin for a bad bitch, ain’t your fuckin mama
40 dollar ass, nigga broke down, man
Always need a fuckin lone, nigga, peddy ass nigga
You got too much bagage, with no pot to piss in
No money, no respect, don’t expect me to listen
Respect you? respect who
Fuck you mean, when you ain’t even know what respect do
I walk it like I talk it, niggas intimodated
I’m the baddest bitch, when your cock is frustrated

Tokyo Jetz:
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don’t need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don’t need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pussy

I can’t be fuckin wit no niggas

That be fuckin wit no bitch
Cause my pussy way too good to let you put it in yo mix
Wit yo messy ass BM In my DM
Steady reaching bitch you tweakin
Goin live end that shit
Bitch go inside
Call yo nigga set him straight
Bitch you can’t put me in my place
You ain’t even on my level
This like dancin wit the devil
He ain’t tell me shit about you ole stupid ass
I see you lurking on fake pages ole groupie ass
Please don’t make me hurt yo feelings
Don’t come at me as a woman
Bitch don’t put me in yo business
Give no fuck about yo children
Split that pussy nigga lip
Kick him out hoe make a move
Cause bitch I ain’t for playing games
But I ain’t never played to lose

Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don’t need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don’t need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pussy

Aye picture this
We outta town
We took a trip cause we was bored
We on the phone late night
He tryna tell me he in love Bitch he tryna meet my momma
I done let him ’round lil Aiden
Pussy nigga met my daddy
He want me to have his baby nah fuck that
Swear he ain’t got no bitch
But she all on Facebook
She posting pictures wit his jhits
And I just blocked his number
He keep callin’ back to back
Hoe I just did you a favor
How you actin’ like you mad, dizzy bitch
I shoulda just been petty
Picked up like we busy bitch
Goddamn you aggravating
Leave me alone I sent his dog ass home
And you love his dog ass She like this where he belong
Bitch you dumber than I thought