[Intro] To bass be the glory Ayy, ayy, yuh, wet, splash
[Verse 1] Hatin' on a nigga like your name George Bush This that new shit like I'm a tourist Don't leave the kitchen till' I got a torn wrist Papa Bear in that pussy and I need some porridge Ricky Bobby on my body and I got endorsements Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous I done ran up the money, fuck a portion
[Chorus] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I spilt some lean in my Fanta I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem There is dead guys in my wallet Supreme just threw up in my closet
[Verse 2] She ride on my dick like a biker, climb on my dick like a hiker Your bitch is very excited, she wanna do it no Nike I rock the ski but no ski mask, I rock the mask from the hockey I showed a trick to your wee-man, we disappear won't say sorry Wipe it down, no ShamWow Speaking with the pistol, shit say grrr-ow J.G. Wentworth need my money now How I walk up bout the bank bands heavy like ow Only tip a nigga if he mean just like a cow Snub-nosed pistol make a nigga say ow Finger on trigger make em' kiss like now Bitch I'm Freaky Fred with the flame like bow
[Chorus] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I spilt some lean in my Fanta I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem There is dead guys in my wallet Supreme just threw up in my closet
[Outro] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I don't rock no mo' bandannas I spilt some lean in my Fanta Your bitch make me so excited I might just hit it, one night itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
