Do We Have A Problem Song Lyrics In English – Nicki Minaj, Lil Baby Lyrics

I just told Pee, “This really niggas’ worst nightmare, man
They don’t wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie” (Papi Yerr)
Tell ’em my Nina, my bitch, she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that’s word to five, yo
Beef, we ’bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
Hmm, hold up shorty, hold up bitch
Please don’t touch me, look at my fit
Look at my ankle, look at my wrist
This one a pack, this one a brick
That one a opp, that one a lick
This one for Pop, this one for Juice
I am the one, bitch, you a deuce (brrt)
Niggas give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (get love in my city)
Niggas’ll son your whole set like it’s a round six
Clips, whole team get flyer than round trips
Bitch, she’s still spyin’ on my flicks (flicks)
He admirin’ my drip (drip)
Check what I do, the check’ll clear too
Pull up like a drive-thru, so check your rearview
I don’t care how long it take to get a opp back
All my niggas outside, steak, bitch, we out back (out back)
I don’t care how long it take to get a (opp back)
All my niggas (outside), steak, bitch, (we out back)
Brrt
Tell ’em my Nina, my bitch, she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that’s word to five, yo
Beef, we ’bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
Ayo Baby, let’s go
2022, I’m comin’ through in that new shit
How are we opps? You see me and you don’t do shit
I done really trapped in the Carter, I got the blueprint
Gallery Department, went shoppin’, I like the loose fit
What’s the point of havin’ this muscle if you don’t use it?
I play the game to win, I’m not losin’
Opps know my address, I’m not movin’
Brodie know to take it to trial, they gotta prove it
She get what she want when we screwin’
I’m on point, I know what I’m doin’
Way too smart to act like I’m stupid
I get my advice from Mike Rubin
I’m not by myself, my whole crew lit
Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print
It is what it is, I can’t make no excuses (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit the whole group, do that make me a groupie?
Balenciaga coat, this is not Gucci
We went city to city in bulletproofs
You can’t run with my gang, they’ll bully you
Been had switches, I know what them fullys do
I’m a vibe, let me know what you wanna do
Ain’t no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two
(We be ménagin’, it boost up his ego)
She a lil’ demon off that Casamigos (woo)
Yeah, Baby
Tell ’em my Nina, my bitch, she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that’s word to five, yo
Beef, we ’bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
There’s no autotune on me, is there? (Nope)
Don’t mean a rapper when I say bitches ride the wave
Floodin’ my watch, but ain’t givin’ a clown the time of day
Ain’t-ain’t talkin’ Christmas, wouldn’t holla in my holidays
I-I fuck with niggas that be shootin’ at they opps for days
Trust me (trust me), they gon’ let me know (know)
They gon’ rep me when they catch you lackin’
That .45 Special flow (flow)
They gon’ wet you, yo (yo)
Yes, I’m always good for the bag
Niggas gon’ hop out on that ass, ski mask
Heavy on the ski-mask too
And the ski-mask ain’t for the pandemi’
It-it go with the semi, paid a pretty damn penny
Ski-mask way