"Problem Solved" lyrics
Upchurch & Chris Hosier Lyrics
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Ain't nobody fallin' off, I'm on the cliff like Tarzan
Too dope around this bitch, now these rappers carryin' Narcan
Metallica out the window, still couture out of my work van
I need a ladder rack on a ladder rack, then a ladder rack on another van
I'm misdemeanors, quick and clean, not even one misdemeanor
But misdemeanors just miss my misdemeanors
Cause I'm all rampant, I'm going bald, I'm Mr. Cleaner
I'm a fucking hot boy, y'all, year of summer season
And my driveway so big, got its own personality
Pop all truck, all stock, tinted windows on my Denali shit
CIA play, compute faster than a router, bitch
Backwards boy, barefoot, fuck a lane, I'm on my router, ditch
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Have it your way, come and get it, but no PK
On the PJ with your bitch, get in the BJ
I'm the king of the beef, you must know no dude
Top of the food chain, you are seeing Mr. Waggle
Wax on, wax off, call me Mr. Miyagi
You the fool, Mr. Calhoun, you fool, you stupid
Bet you like 6'9", not the rebel opposition
From your own kind, getting it from behind
Silly faggot, dick's up for chicks
You goofed, not your friends, bro
Homo, we screamin' loud, but try to keep it low low
You a bitch, you a fraud, you ain't standin' on them nada
Wear a makeup, in a robe, and some heels made by Prada
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Ain't nobody fallin' off, I'm on the cliff like Tarzan
Too dope around this bitch, now these rappers carryin' Narcan
Metallica out the window, still couture out of my work van
I need a ladder rack on a ladder rack, then a ladder rack on another van
I'm misdemeanors, quick and clean, not even one misdemeanor
But misdemeanors just miss my misdemeanors
Cause I'm all rampant, I'm going bald, I'm Mr. Cleaner
I'm a fucking hot boy, y'all, year of summer season
And my driveway so big, got its own personality
Pop all truck, all stock, tinted windows on my Denali shit
CIA play, compute faster than a router, bitch
Backwards boy, barefoot, fuck a lane, I'm on my router, ditch
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Have it your way, come and get it, but no PK
On the PJ with your bitch, get in the BJ
I'm the king of the beef, you must know no dude
Top of the food chain, you are seeing Mr. Waggle
Wax on, wax off, call me Mr. Miyagi
You the fool, Mr. Calhoun, you fool, you stupid
Bet you like 6'9", not the rebel opposition
From your own kind, getting it from behind
Silly faggot, dick's up for chicks
You goofed, not your friends, bro
Homo, we screamin' loud, but try to keep it low low
You a bitch, you a fraud, you ain't standin' on them nada
Wear a makeup, in a robe, and some heels made by Prada
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
You don't want no problems
If you want it, come and get them, we gon' solve 'em
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
Come and get it, come and get it, son, bow, bow
