Built like a problem

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I like a real one, dark with the tats
Talk that talk, make me arch my back
Big hands on a small of my waist
And he love how I ride it, slow pace, no brakes
6'1" with a Glock and a hustle
Bend me like bills, make it double
He ain't just street, he jungle
Stand ten toes through the trouble
[Pre-Chorus]
He don’t play no games, he gon’ spin
That’s my twin, my mess, my sin
Pockets full, heart on ten
I’ll take him broke, but never pretend
[Chorus]
If he hood and he real, I’m slidin’
Pull up, tinted whip, reclinin’
He a king, I’m the crown, we vibin’
I’m built like a problem — and he like problems
I need a man that stand on somethin’
Make a plan, and keep that comin’
If he don't match my boss, I’m dubbin’
I'm built like a problem — and he like problems
[Verse 2]
He like curves, I got pounds of 'em
That back, that bounce, that round on 'em
Walk through, all them boys get dumb
But my man know just where I come from
Talk slow, but he think quick
Country slang when he grip my hips
He ain't flashy, but he still lit
Keep that thang tucked, but he never slip
[Bridge – Melodic/Soft Tone]
Low fade, soft gold on his tooth
Tell me lies, but he keep it truth
Hold me down when the world get loose
We both hood, but we still got roots
[Outro – Spoken Word-style Fade]
"I don’t need perfect...
I need solid, real, raw, and ready.
I’m heavy — in body, in love, in loyalty.
So bring that pressure, baby…
I'm built like a problem…
And you?
You look like the solution."

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