Burden - Problem Child Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

'Problem Child' is the latest song performed by 'Burden'. The music video is directed by Ghost. The song was released at 'BurdenWorld' official youtube channel on July 31st, 2020.

Song Details:

Song: Problem Child (Lyric)
Artist: Burden
Video Director: Ghost
Music Label: BurdenWorld
Released Date: July 31st, 2020.


Problem Child Lyrics:

I’ll never die, what I mean by that is you can kill the body, 
You can take the flesh away, all that good shit, 
But what I’ve done here today, 
This is engraved in the mother fu*king soil,
And will live forever, on god,
Holy shit,
Peep this,
Ain’t no bit*h in me,
No sneak dissing,
I better pray cause I keep sinning

I keep grinding I keep winning
Life’s simple, mines not,
Big revolver, 5 shots,
Leave your ass with like one eyeball, 
Looking like a damn cyclops
My whip clean, and my bit*h bad,
Smokin good weed, out a big bag,
No blunts please just zigzags,
Got a 10 pack I am tryna kick back,
Speak big facts, we been strapped,
If it’s on the hip, bit*h get back,
Only thing I am missing is the chit chat,
And I don’t beef no more, that shit wack,
She wants to be a model, that’s cool,
Body like a bottle, with some tattoos,
Hopin that I holler, bit*h bad news,
She has been known to fu*k with them rap dudes,
I ghost,
More bit*hes than most, 
And don’t respond to my posts, 
I don’t mean to boast,
I make a toast,
I'm at the table with nothing but goats,
Will, I be great,
Crease in my napkin, ordering steak
Ain’t no such thing as too much on my plate,
Tip it upside down you pouring my drink,

I’ll get in your head, I know what you think,
My dawg in the fed with a pipe and a shank,
I can relate from time in the state,
-with the razor blade bobwire gates
Ain’t give a fu*k about Nintendo,
15 talking to my mama through a window,
I know that she loves me, 
But she mad that I am her kid though,
-late to school, I had to roll up an extendo
Rollin with my kinfolk,
Get money cause we been broke,
He was a problem child, I get that,
He had his hands in the air, 
When they shot him down, admit that,
This the place you raise your kids,
This the world we gotta live, guess we all fu*ked,
Don't tell me you love me
Don’t tell me no lie
Just tell me you hate me and want me to die,
Just tell me you wish that I’d get a new bit*h,
And that you never see me again in your life
Ha- word to my ex...

Still, getting drunk, sending me texts,
Brand new whip, I had to flex
Brand new money, I blew a check, fu*k it,
I’ve been on the grind for a long long time 
And I think it’s bout time that I finally get mine
I’ve been on the grind for a fu*king long time, 
And it’s fu*king bout time that I fu*king get mine,
Yea I am chilling, -it’s all cool,
Don’t know you, -don’t want to,
Don’t need friends, to talk to,
That’s always, the wrong move,
Anytime, you ever tried, to confide in someone new,
They’ll let you down, like every time, 
And I swear to god that’s true,
Listen legends never die, and hustlers never fall off
Bet he come for mine, I hit him with the sawed-off,

That bit*h there so fine, I had to hit it raw dog,
Knowing if cum inside I am in it for the long haul,
Ain’t give a fu*k about Nintendo,
15 talking to my mama through a window,
I know that she loves me,
But she mad that I am her kid though,
Late to school, I had to roll up an extendo
Rollin with my kinfolk,
Get money cause we been broke,
He was a problem child, I get that,
He had his hands in the air,
When they shot him down, admit that,
This the place you raise your kids,
This the world we gotta live, guess we all fu*ked...


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