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[Hook : Problem] Can't be fuckin' with these bitches like I used to No they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to I can't be fuckin' with you niggas like I used to Cause no they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to No they don't make 'em like they used to [Verse 1 : Problem] They don't make 'em like they used to, shit That's gon' take some gettin' used to, shit I'm in the hood, on the backstreets My old best friend tryna clap me So I'm like fuck it, what the fuck a nigga gon' do? I gotta get up before he give me but I love do Hooh, it's a fucked up feeling Cock it back, get high, hit the muthafuckin' ceiling Like playin' what these niggas betta get that LA the land of the getback Make sure the weed kush before I hit that And if I ain't got a condom I won't hit that Shit done changed from how a nigga used to be My mind ain't the same as it used to be Shouldn't wait for the truth to see Got a little money ab baby right up in my boot to see That's why I [Hook : Problem] [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] It ain't the same, but I'm cool I don't fuck with niggas anyway Stay to myself like a nigga who trust me Who never did me wrong, who neva broke my heart Who never pointed me out on the lick These hoes quick to get me set up but with another chick Fightin' to get it lit, the box have me callin' it quits Ain't that the pitch know Jason See that's how the game show Yo [Bridge: Problem] They don't make 'em like they used to, shit That's gon' take some gettin' used to, shit They hate it when a nigga crackin' They'd rather meet me in the hood back-trappin' I stay in my lane, can't be worried bout these otha ones Five years, prolly bout to have anotha one Shit, plus a young nigga just got payed So I'mma have to get anotha one [Hook : Problem] [Verse 3: Bad Lucc] I'm seasoned for this, learned the game for many seasons I've enlisted, a gift, a curse, the soul rehearse So I neva make that mistake twice, throw the rice I'm married to the concept of conquering Bum ass hoes and fake bros crossin' the love-word Cheer for the kid that they sent as love birth On Instagram flexin' with a nigga like Love Birds Please, let me loose, let me believe what I do Let me believe you ain't true It's easier to not fuck you, let's keep it cordial I won't even record you I'm askin' myself what would the Lord do Judas, well there you have it the cut-off is automatic [Hook : Problem]
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