Reekado Banks – Problem Lyrics

Reekado Banks – Problem Lyrics
Problem
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    "Problem." - Reekado Banks

    Album: Spotlight
    Track No: 03
    Your problem, they for your back, oh
    And you wonder why, boys, they follow round you
    Every other day they before your yard
    Paparazzi said follow you about
    Girl, when you walk down the highway
    You then make man dizzy, yeah
    Girl, when you walk down the highway
    Spiritual man done, them lose faith
    Your problem, it's a problem
    This problem is our problem
    The boys them know we gon' solve them
    We'll be joining together and solving
    Girl, you don't tire
    Girl, I swear know I say you don't tire
    Every other day every other man say they want fire
    But baby, own that
    Own that
    Belly, own that
    You better don't drop that thing, girl
    Own that
    That belly, own that
    Girl, you got a whole lot
    You better don't drop that thing, girl
    Like Kim Kardashian
    Girl, you front a carryin'
    You look like yarinya
    You no got mind to marry, ah
    Yeah, I'm gonna search
    And I'm gonna find
    And I'm gonna own that
    Oh, you gonna like it
    You gonna love it
    When I own that
    Your problem, it's a problem
    This problem is our problem
    The boys, them know we gon' solve them
    We'll be joinin' together and solvin'
    Girl, you don't tire
    Girl, I swear know I say you don't tire
    Oh, na, na, na, every other day every other man say they want fire
    But barely on that
    Own that
    Barely on that
    You better don't drop that thing, girl
    Barely on that
    The problem, own that
    Said girl, you got to roll that
    You better don't drop that thing, girl
    Tequila makes you go cuckoo
    Oh, need you
    Girl, you got that, oh, need you
    Now, not your problem, ooh
    But we like your problem, ooh
    Baby, oh, I like it, yo
    All the boys love it, yo
    And we want to hold it, yeah
    Yeah, slay it, yo, slay mama
    I buy the one you never tell
    Oh yeah
    Oh, na, na, na
    Oh yeah
    Girl, you got to want it, want it, want it
    Oh yeah
    Girl, you got to roll it, roll it, roll it, ah, roll it
    Slay mama

    Writer(s): Reekado Banks.

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