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Issues Lyrics By Meek Mill

    lord forgive me for my sins used to pray to get a brick
    nigga icy like it’s hockey and i’m playin’ with them sticks
    he don’t like me but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
    nigga threw a shot and missed me threw ’em back and he got hit
    brrrt brrrt
    went from public housing to a glass house glass house
    fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
    my main bitch fight my side bitch kash doll
    the only way to keep them quiet when i cash out woo
    what you doin’ gettin’ paid young nigga
    how you in the mob ’cause i’m made young nigga
    say you need a job come my way young nigga
    and if i point ’em out better spray them niggas bop
    i’m a bad influence bad influence ho
    talkin’ money and i speak it fluent speak it fluent ho
    paid a couple mill’ to wear puma wearing puma
    i thank god for all this sauce hallelujah woo amen amen amen
    yeah i knew it hatin’ on me yeah i knew it yeah i knew it
    come down to that check i’m like nike i just do it i just do it
    boy i must be poppin’ they keep poppin’ up with rumors poppin’
    where and who i’m poppin’ what i’m coppin’
    who i’m screwin’ who i’m screwin’
    what you doin’ wait a minute
    gettin’ paid gettin’ paid
    she said meek you know my boyfriend
    and what’s his name what’s his name
    yeah i know him mhmm he a lame he a lame
    don’t you ever bring that fuckboy up again

    poppin’ all this shit need some tissue
    i can’t trust a bitch ’cause i got issues
    young rich nigga so official
    neck so disrespectful might offend you woah
    bunch of bad broads on the menu
    bunch of foreign cars when we been through
    neck so disrespectful might offend you
    when it’s time for war we send the missiles woah

    hangin’ by the rope buy some dope buy some dope
    pretty hoe deep throat ’til she choke ooh
    pussy good super wet need a boat need a boat
    niggas tryna ride my wave let ’em float let ’em die
    put my young bull on the chain ’cause i miss snupe miss snupe
    fuck a bad broad make her kiss snupe kiss snupe
    i can’t ever tell a bitch i miss you miss you
    better not tell nobody if i kiss you bitch you
    kiss and tell fuck you good hit you well hit you well
    i just made like 0 m’s they say it’s an l what
    niggas prayin’ that i fall and i wish ’em well
    bitch you crazy i’m too wavy i’m like biggavel’

    poppin’ all this shit need some tissue
    i can’t trust a bitch ’cause i got issues
    young rich nigga so official
    neck so disrespectful might offend you woah
    bunch of bad broads on the menu
    bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
    neck so disrespectful might offend you
    when it’s time for war we send the missiles woah

    hit ’em with finesse kill ’em with success
    nigga lookin’ broke give them niggas stress broke
    don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
    reachin’ for my neck that’ll get you stretched brrrt brrrt

    poppin’ all this shit need some tissue
    i can’t trust a bitch ’cause i got issues
    young rich nigga so official
    neck so disrespectful might offend you woah
    bunch of bad broads on the menu
    bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
    neck so disrespectful might offend you
    when it’s time for war we send the missiles brrrt brrrt

    Artist: Meek Mill

    Year: 2017

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 374