CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Problems Of A Playboy
Whaddup bois, you already know who it is, Lil Minecart here. Yall must think I got everything perfect. But that ain’t the case. You see, I got problems too. Big problems. Girthy Problems. Let me tell you what
I got problems
Not everything perfect
Just broke up with my main b*t*h smurfette
You know her coochie blue
She had a nice hue
It too bad that she live in a shoe
But them shoes ain’t Nike
I shall strike thee
I’ll hit you then I’ll break my hand
Like i’m taking down a tree
Used to be a poor man
Now I ain’t broke
Used to be with no plan
Then my girl had a stroke
Got financial compensation
Traveled all across the nation
Now I got too many people goin’ on my page and-
F**k the rap life
Too many chats like
“OMG I love you, lick my clit”
Sure, nope SIKE
Plus my lag spike
This I dislike
Man why Xfinity be f**kin up my life?
(Damn)
I spent my last 20 on some sticky icky icky
Might have the stiffy, uh, but who the f**k is blicky?
Plus my side b*t*h gave me a f**king hickey
What if my mom sees?---Man that’d be sh*tty
Get a girl in bed and she lookin at me funny
I ask “what?” and she respond “oh it’s nothin honey”
My pants come down and she starts to laugh
This b*t*h don’t like my 2 inch staff? GOD
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
Internet pedos, don’t even wanna block em
Went up to the bus stop, finna go to stop 1
I thanked the bus driver, but abandoned my stepson
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
But you know that I ain’t about to solve em
Mined too far, now I hit rock bottom
Mom ain't proud, should probly get a job, um
F**k that, I’m already getting paid
By sittin on the couch and drinkin Kool Aid
All these goddamn women, that I gotta slay
“HEY! … DON'T SAY THE LORD’S NAME IN VAIN!”
Sheesh, mom’s got me on a leash
You don’t understand me, and you never will, capeesh?
“You’re spending too much time on that TV”
Get out mom, I’m on a killing spree
My raps too flame, caught my wolf on fire
Tried to put it out, but that b*t*h went haywire
Flames spread to my pants, now they callin me a liar
But I’m too tired, call me a bike
(HA)
Last week I got meat
Thought it was fresh
Turns out that villager
Sold me rotten flesh
Now i’m hella famished
My hunger bar vanished
Now I’m in a panic
Can’t manage, the damage
Look at me
I’m lil minecart
Sittin here at half heart
Rippin’ off a phat shart
Lookin like some modern art
I be dumb smart
But here’s the bad part
I got chlamydia
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
But you know that I ain’t about to solve em
Mined too far, now I hit rock bottom
Got so many diamonds, but nobody here to stock em
Issues! Yeah thick a** issues!
Always tellin truth ain't about the f**kin fake news
Hella blue balled, never gettin any d**k use
Just like my songs, I gotta drop a phat deuce
Yo, gotta get back on the w****s
Sh*t mom, I ain't got time for chores
Lil minecart here breakin down doors
Been in the mines, now I got too much ore
Call it golden shower, I’m startin the hour
I got so much IQ now im runnin outta brain power
C*ck sour, superpowered, you covered like a cell tower
(semen)
I’m lit like glowstone
Spit into this microphone
I be failin spanish cla**
I should use rosetta stone
Gettin bad grades
But pa**in all these tests
How the f**k I get aids
From feelin up yo mother’s breast
STD, don’t test me
Knock you out like KO
1,2,3
But i’m weak, (true) I don’t work out
Arms floppy, (yup) and I don’t got clout
Rhymes sloppy, (affirmative) but I don’t doubt
Press copy rhymezone, them I’m out
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
But you know that I ain’t about to solve em
Mined too far, now I hit rock bottom
Got so many diamonds, but nobody here to stock em
Pickle, I’m in a big a** pickle!
Chargin dimes for sex but I only gotta nickel
Emotions like gravel, yeah they hella fickle
Hurt so bad, fishin rod in my d**k hole
You guys ever just beat your meat and your hand gets stuck to your d**k? Yea me neither. The f**k right
Just last week tried to get some logs
My hand missed and I slapped a dog
Chomped me on my left knee
Pants soaked with wet pee
F**ked him in the b***
Gotta call it beastiality
Head filled with lettuce
But I don’t eat vegetables
Autism be genetic
But it ain't the cause of all my troubles
All these girls around me
But they ain't attractable
I’m just a nice guy
This is unacceptable
Minecraft skills respectable
Social skills compatible
Yet I got no girlfriend
Cuz of tiny genitals
All my fans swarmin like mobs
Too many to count
Worship me like a god
Your b*t*h I mount
Gonna ride her like a pig
With a carrot and saddle
Don’t challenge me
To an Epic Rap Battle
One time I gotta date (really)
Call her a trap chest
Took off her shirt (ooh)
Suspiciously small breast
Pulled down her pants (nice)
She had a d**k (oh)
Turns out her real name was Rick (OOF)
Moral of the story
Don’t a**ume genders
Can’t think of a rhyme
Chicken tenders
(OUT)
I got problems
Not everything perfect
Just broke up with my main b*t*h smurfette
You know her coochie blue
She had a nice hue
It too bad that she live in a shoe
But them shoes ain’t Nike
I shall strike thee
I’ll hit you then I’ll break my hand
Like i’m taking down a tree
Used to be a poor man
Now I ain’t broke
Used to be with no plan
Then my girl had a stroke
Got financial compensation
Traveled all across the nation
Now I got too many people goin’ on my page and-
F**k the rap life
Too many chats like
“OMG I love you, lick my clit”
Sure, nope SIKE
Plus my lag spike
This I dislike
Man why Xfinity be f**kin up my life?
(Damn)
I spent my last 20 on some sticky icky icky
Might have the stiffy, uh, but who the f**k is blicky?
Plus my side b*t*h gave me a f**king hickey
What if my mom sees?---Man that’d be sh*tty
Get a girl in bed and she lookin at me funny
I ask “what?” and she respond “oh it’s nothin honey”
My pants come down and she starts to laugh
This b*t*h don’t like my 2 inch staff? GOD
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
Internet pedos, don’t even wanna block em
Went up to the bus stop, finna go to stop 1
I thanked the bus driver, but abandoned my stepson
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
But you know that I ain’t about to solve em
Mined too far, now I hit rock bottom
Mom ain't proud, should probly get a job, um
F**k that, I’m already getting paid
By sittin on the couch and drinkin Kool Aid
All these goddamn women, that I gotta slay
“HEY! … DON'T SAY THE LORD’S NAME IN VAIN!”
Sheesh, mom’s got me on a leash
You don’t understand me, and you never will, capeesh?
“You’re spending too much time on that TV”
Get out mom, I’m on a killing spree
My raps too flame, caught my wolf on fire
Tried to put it out, but that b*t*h went haywire
Flames spread to my pants, now they callin me a liar
But I’m too tired, call me a bike
(HA)
Last week I got meat
Thought it was fresh
Turns out that villager
Sold me rotten flesh
Now i’m hella famished
My hunger bar vanished
Now I’m in a panic
Can’t manage, the damage
Look at me
I’m lil minecart
Sittin here at half heart
Rippin’ off a phat shart
Lookin like some modern art
I be dumb smart
But here’s the bad part
I got chlamydia
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
But you know that I ain’t about to solve em
Mined too far, now I hit rock bottom
Got so many diamonds, but nobody here to stock em
Issues! Yeah thick a** issues!
Always tellin truth ain't about the f**kin fake news
Hella blue balled, never gettin any d**k use
Just like my songs, I gotta drop a phat deuce
Yo, gotta get back on the w****s
Sh*t mom, I ain't got time for chores
Lil minecart here breakin down doors
Been in the mines, now I got too much ore
Call it golden shower, I’m startin the hour
I got so much IQ now im runnin outta brain power
C*ck sour, superpowered, you covered like a cell tower
(semen)
I’m lit like glowstone
Spit into this microphone
I be failin spanish cla**
I should use rosetta stone
Gettin bad grades
But pa**in all these tests
How the f**k I get aids
From feelin up yo mother’s breast
STD, don’t test me
Knock you out like KO
1,2,3
But i’m weak, (true) I don’t work out
Arms floppy, (yup) and I don’t got clout
Rhymes sloppy, (affirmative) but I don’t doubt
Press copy rhymezone, them I’m out
I got problems! Yeah, big a** problems
But you know that I ain’t about to solve em
Mined too far, now I hit rock bottom
Got so many diamonds, but nobody here to stock em
Pickle, I’m in a big a** pickle!
Chargin dimes for sex but I only gotta nickel
Emotions like gravel, yeah they hella fickle
Hurt so bad, fishin rod in my d**k hole
You guys ever just beat your meat and your hand gets stuck to your d**k? Yea me neither. The f**k right
Just last week tried to get some logs
My hand missed and I slapped a dog
Chomped me on my left knee
Pants soaked with wet pee
F**ked him in the b***
Gotta call it beastiality
Head filled with lettuce
But I don’t eat vegetables
Autism be genetic
But it ain't the cause of all my troubles
All these girls around me
But they ain't attractable
I’m just a nice guy
This is unacceptable
Minecraft skills respectable
Social skills compatible
Yet I got no girlfriend
Cuz of tiny genitals
All my fans swarmin like mobs
Too many to count
Worship me like a god
Your b*t*h I mount
Gonna ride her like a pig
With a carrot and saddle
Don’t challenge me
To an Epic Rap Battle
One time I gotta date (really)
Call her a trap chest
Took off her shirt (ooh)
Suspiciously small breast
Pulled down her pants (nice)
She had a d**k (oh)
Turns out her real name was Rick (OOF)
Moral of the story
Don’t a**ume genders
Can’t think of a rhyme
Chicken tenders
(OUT)
