BONDUCTORWEHAVEAPROBLEM lyrics

by

Estee Nack


[Intro]
Nah, we ain't 'bout to play around with y'all n*ggas today, man (Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor)

[Verse]
Ayo I'm 'bouta throw the switch on the glee for the sh*t, here ya go (Brr)
Mandatory after party, ass-gettin' shawty, gettin' spits, son (I f*cked her!)
Lavatory sex session in the tub (Conductor)
b*tches spears sellin' dope (Trap!)
Posted on the block, saw my n*gga thuggin' and Chris Mccan, yo (We the flyest!)
In a perspective in life I have seen a silver linin' (On God!)
One of my plugs got hooked to the drug but f*ck it, he still supply sh*t vibrant (It's big)
Hop on a plane whenever I need to fix the climate (Climate!)
Ball like Kobe Bryant, God's children up in Mount Zion (Shallow)
If I ain't sell the sh*t they ain't buyin' (Nah!)
See the megalithic structures (Bah!), gold wings on the breeze, pegasus, Russian (Flyin'!) versus the Ukraine (Boom!)
God versus Devil sins, evil Genesis (Beginnin'!)
Snake versus crane, he'll reverse the evil nemesis, yo (The villain)
Ride behind shotgun, generous tip-drivin' (Be a hold of that, son)
Rollin' the window up, and smother a crazy b*tch with salivas, switch-sider (Break n*ggas)
I'm the true and livin' gods, how the f*ck you think I respect a di*k-rider? (Nah!)
Palabra! (Word!)
Sayonara, n*gga, different saga (New chapter)
Glow God, listen, that God forbid did the Prada sh*t, tailor fit
Posted with b*tches at the Romada layin' back (In the cut)
If n*ggas work hard as they hated, that get 'em further (Stupid!)
Yo, honestly, your sh*t is decent but n*ggas know that my sh*t is harder, yo (Harder!)
Late night sippin' Modelo, son, I'm still gettin' right (Good nights)
Baby girl, she submissive, we still get in fights, mortal eye
She know that if I go fishin' I will catch a bite, so the highest
My discography different, a million megabytes, a quarter dice (Money!)
Head crack, that's four, five, six, so just hand the money over (Ain't for me, yo!)
Take the coca, lactose on the mixer just like boworrin' soda
Hung over (Oh!)
Some of these n*ggas hustle and some are soldiers ([?])
Gun holder (Click!)
Venom hit different when comin' from a cobra
In the buildin', Barnum & Bailey's circus, it's a whole lot of different chicks shakin' ass and titties
Baby, for real, it's no politicks ([?])
Heavyweight, Hunduran cake (Ah!)
Hold the hostiges await (God!)
n*ggas ain't gon' hold this sh*t down, I can see this sh*t, it's written on they face (I know they pus*y)
Customers still hittin' my phone seventy times straight 'cause I was always up late (Wing!)
Opps doin' the opposite of smilin' through the duct-tape (They hurtin')
Gotta give these n*ggas some rocks too, my n*gga, that's enough shake (Word!)
Ten hour shifts without takin' a bath or lunch break, son (It's a marathon!)
Predatory loans take it, they better pay or else (Don't slip!)
b*tches with the titties out
Baggin' products off of conveyer belts (Mag that)
Me llego la veldadera grasa, I'm 'bouta make it melt (Ayy)
sh*t, I just put a tip, shorty said she lovin' the way it felt (You're way up now, woah-oah-oah!)
[Outro]
Ha (She lovin'!)
Try to catch the—, try to keep it countin', n*gga, I bet you can (You lovin' it whole! My friend)
Know what I'm sayin'? This is high technologie, man (f*ck outta here, man)
Still talkin' nun but talk (Know what I mean?)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Oh
(Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor)
Immigration officals say, atleast one-million Dominicans enter the US every year
Many hoping to get rich quick, dealing drugs
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