Big Baby Tape & kizaru - 99 Problems (English Translation) lyrics

[Intro: Big Baby Tape]
Ayy, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay (DJ Tape)
BANDANA

[Verse 1: kizaru]
Today's the day, goddamn, it's judgment
I ain't shake them hands, I ain't amiable
Are you f*cking G? Your gang is full of buttlickers
I got a new sauce, they want to check my dish
b*tch, what's the matter, ayy, b*tch, what's the matter?
This sl*t took up my di*k and started to chant
Meth in the trunk, I brought 'em a whole lot
They comin' to me, 'cuz I brought the prices down
Be grateful to God for you are intact
Who are these freshmen? I rip 'em like virgins
I got a gram of drug, and it's very hard
You got sense of taste — sorry, but it's worthless
99 problems — JAY-Z
I came from dirt, I came from mud
He wants street credit, but he can't afford it
There are some things that money can't buy
f*ck lockdown, b*tch, get down
Barrel to your head, click-clack, pew-pow
Mammy, don't cry, I f*ckin' hit some prick
A few pints of lean and some dough on PayPal
Choppa goes, "Dram, dram-bam-bam-bang"
40 bands on cuban link by Johnny Dang
Wha-What can you say me, ayy, b*tch, what's the matter?
Hmm, you better shut the f*ck up and get to your business
[Chorus: Big Baby Tape & kizaru]
b*tch, what's the matter? (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, b*tch, what's the matter? (b*tch, what's the matter?)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
b*tch, what's the matter? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, b*tch, what's the matter? (What's the matter?)
Ayy (Ayy)
b*tch, what's th—

[Verse 2: Big Baby Tape]
99 problems
f*ck it, 99 problems
You ain't my white, homie, you ain't my buddy
Chapo in my jeans, there's also my p*nis
Who I'm riding with? I'm riding with my gang
I was in Barcelona, we were swaggin' with Oleg
b*tch, wassup? What's the matter?
I ain't f*ck a b*tch unless she's a celebrity
My-my piles weighin' too much, can't even walk straight
Louis Monogram, my belt from Ferragamo
Ain't finish in a b*tch — f*ck the baby mama drama
(Yeah, that—) Yeah, that's how we live, I ain't stopping
Juggin' these crackas' for they cash, lil' b*tch
I am still Tape, I'm still Hoodrich
White like bleach, like white brick
Two b*tches by sides, lookin' like a sandwich
Business on the block, not on my private
Makin' millions be feeling tight
Plenty of drugs and cash
I was f*ckin' with your b*tch, you caught us in the act
[Interlude: Big Baby Tape]
And I pretended like there's nothing's up, and told you:

[Chorus: Big Baby Tape & kizaru]
b*tch, what's the matter? (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, b*tch, what's the matter? (b*tch, what's the matter?)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
b*tch, what's the matter?