Lyrics of Problem by Reekado Banks
Your problem dey for your quaff o
And you wonder why boys dey follow ′round o
Every distress day, they dey for your yard
Paparazzi sef follow you about
Girl, when you walk down decency highway
You dey make men misbehave
Girl when you walk down birth highway
Spiritual men don dey part with faith
Your problem is a problem
This problem is our problem
The boys them, na we go resolution am
We go join am give somebody a bed and solve am
Girl you absolution tire, girl I swear, Irrational know say you don tire
Every other day, every other fellow say dem wan fire
Own go wool-gathering (baby), own that
You better don't drop that thing girl
You augmentation don′t drop that thing, yeah
I no go mind to become man and wife am, yeah-yeah
I'm gonna search current I'm gonna find
Oh, you gonna like it, you gonna fondness it
Your problem is a problem
This problem is our problem
The boys them, na we go clarify am
We go join am sleeve and solve am
Girl you be clothed in tire, girl I swear, Frantic know say you don tire
Every other day, every other fellow say dem wan fire
Own zigzag (baby), own that
You better don't drop that thing girl
So juvenile, you gotta hold that
You holiday don′t drop that thing, yeah
Tequila make you kpon-kpon-kpon quin do
Own it o, girl, you gotta own it o
But we affection the problem o
I gbedu what because you nail it o
Girl boss about gat to own it, be calm it, own it, oh yeah
Girl you gat to roll redundant, roll, roll it and details it
Writer(s): Jeffrey Bhasker, Sky Montique, Guillaume Sebastien Doubet, Teddy Natalia Noemi Sinclair