Problem
Dej Loaf Lyrics


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Ay, huh, look

Oh you thought it was a game huh?
You thought I was only in it for the fame huh?
You thought 'Try Me' was the only song I had huh?
Dropped that 'Sell Sole' then that bag dropped
Price, just went up
20 for them shows, add it up
You see, I'm in it for the long run
Lace me up
Lace me up

Look, I don't fear shit
I know I'm a big deal
Always had drive, since I was ridin' on that big wheel
I had to make moves
Never could I sit still
A.D.H.D but I ain't never take no fuckin' pills
Monkey see, monkey do
Ain't none of these monkeys real
How the fuck she pull that off
And she still got sex appeal
Gifted, they ain't got my skills
Haters like "how she get on?"
Made the right moves
Ain't suck no 'wooh', I kept my panties on
Where was y'all at
Ain't had no milk to go with our honeycombs
Laughing at my haters like
"Oh shit I hit my funny bone"
Over like Biggie
And see me, I'm like Sean Puffy song
They think this was overnight
See bitter niggas get along
On your fifth mixtape
And ain't nobody heard a song
I know why these niggas mad
'Cause they been grinding wrong
I'm at the dining room table finna dine in
Bosses only
Yeah just me and all my five friends
Get you whacked for some Nike's
Who wear a size 10?
Close your eyes pussy nigga, count to 10
Yeah, nigga count to 10
Look, you ain't shit lil' nigga
You a jive turkey
Make a call at 5:20, gone 5:30
All I know is workie workie, yeah okie dokie
Sippin' bubbly, watching movies starting Eddie Murphy
All niggas do it play
That's that Tyler Perry
Fuck love, fuck February
I'm on the verge, yeah I'll pop your lil' cherry cherry
I'm from the D lions tigers
You know crazy Mary
All my dogs selling dog and that Katy Perry
And I just keep having visions of that cemetery
R.I.P my competition, bitches getting buried
They know I'm hot, they know I'm coming
Man these bitches worried
I can tell you a hater
I can tell you don't wanna break bread and get paper
I can tell niggas temperature
I can tell niggas salty and they vinegar
I say fuck it let's finish here
Remember broke nights
Used to get drunk off that Pinnacle
Liquor deal on the way
I know it 'cause I feel this shit
Speak it to existence
Keep pussies out my peripheral
I'm really bout my money
Baby I ain't trynna get at you
Shopping with no limit
I can't lie this shit terrific
Label me a label man
My taste is so exquisite
I heard all about you
You be snitching you be squealing
I be counting blessings
I be in and out them buildings
I made the right decision, I left niggas in they feelings
You know the world fucked
When niggas cryin' all on Insta
Comment on my pictures niggas really want attention
Hoe that info in her bio, man I'm tired of the fake vixens

I say
I say

I'ma do me
And be all I can be, DDS
I got problems too
I got problems too
I got problems too

Whoa, uh huh
Nigga
Exactly
And see that's the thing
And see no this is the thing right here




And see that's the thing
Yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dej Loaf's song "Problem" is about her braggadocious lifestyle where she boasts about her wealth, drug dealing, and sexual prowess. She raps about her ability to get money and her willingness to spend it to fix any problems she may encounter. She also talks about her family being incarcerated and the stress that comes with it.


In the first verse, Dej Loaf tells her caller that she's in the studio and can't talk. She then goes on to say that she's aware of the problem that she needs to solve and is willing to buy her adversary's mom's house. She also brags about not having any kids and being sexually desirable. She mentions her brother being incarcerated and her dedication to making money, even if it means sacrificing sleep. Dej Loaf also references her grandmother's wise words about the importance of action over talk.


In the second verse, she talks about the drug dealing lifestyle and the people she surrounds herself with. She refers to her friend "Oba" and their pastime of watching "Maury." Dej Loaf talks about her relationship with a woman in LA, who she references as a "freak." She mentions her young drug-dealing associate, who rides around with a gun and sells drugs. She also boasts about her wealth and baller lifestyle, referring to expensive cars and jewelry. The song ends with her referencing her incarcerated family members and ending the song by stating she is "100" and doesn't believe in 50-dollar bills.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm in the studio I'll call you back
I'm currently recording music and will return your call later


I know what the problem is
I am aware of the issue at hand


I'll find out where yo momma live and buy the crib
I will locate your mother's residence and purchase it


I don't got no kids, I'm seedless
I do not have any children, I am infertile


Baby you thirsty, you teethin'
You are acting desperate and immature


My brother he come home, in another week
My sibling will be released from jail next week


I been gettin' money, I ain't been gettin' no sleep
I have been making a lot of money but have not been sleeping much


I been a G, my grandma told me that talk is cheap
My grandmother taught me to be tough and that actions speak louder than words


So don't talk to me pussy, open up yo mouth you gotta talk to this pussy
Do not speak to me disrespectfully, instead, perform oral sex on me


I be gone off that Hen, off me a pussy
I am intoxicated from Hennessy and want sexual activity


So wet, I make them gargle this pussy
My vagina becomes so moist that it makes others choke


Free my granddad and all my cousins
I want my grandfather and cousins to be released from prison


Tell all of my niggas, that I love 'em
I want my friends to know that I love and care for them


Momma no more strugglin'
I want to help my mother overcome her financial struggles


We about to shit, on all these bitches and they daughters
We are going to surpass and dominate all our competitors and their families


I'm talkin' Big B's and Rarri's
I am referring to luxury cars such as Bugatti and Ferrari


I'm in the Impala with Oba watchin' Maury
I am riding in a Chevy Impala with my friend Oba while watching the talk show Maury


Am I friendly? No, not hardly
I am not very sociable or approachable


Niggas talkin' crazy don't know shit about me
People who speak about me negatively do not know my personal life or character


One time for the brick man
A shoutout to the person selling cocaine


Two times for the lean man
A shoutout to the person who sells Codeine-based cough syrup mixed with soft drinks


Got me sittin' like a bike on a kickstand
I am in a state of anticipation and excitement


Everybody keep dough round me
Everyone around me has a lot of cash


Everybody love Dej Loaf round me
People around me have deep admiration and respect for me


Down in LA with a freak
I am in Los Angeles with a promiscuous person


She say she that I'm lucky she don't fuck for free
This person claims that I am fortunate that they do not engage in sexual activity without payment


I told her she stuck up, I say shut the fuck up
I called her stuck-up and asked her to be quiet


So sit back relax and roll up a tree
Relax and smoke marijuana


My, my young nigga 16 ride round with
I have a 16-year-old friend who drives around with guns


Ridin' round with beams, chewin' on beans
My friend drives with guns and chews ecstasy pills


Send beans OT I ain't gotta leave
I can purchase drugs and have them delivered, so I do not need to leave my location


Do everything just to get that cheese
I will do anything for money


You ain't know a nigga was a drug dealer
You did not know that I sell illegal drugs


You ain't the rap nigga, was a trap nigga
You are not a rapper who also engages in illegal activities


Hustle hard you a come around stacks nigga
Work hard and you will become wealthy eventually


Got everything you need, pull back nigga
I have everything you are looking for; take a step back from your current operation


Know a couple niggas that wealthy off blow
I am friends with people who have become rich from selling cocaine


Ball is the only thing I know, keep a bright iced, fast whips on slow
All I know is how to make money; I wear lots of jewelry and drive expensive cars


Talk lowkey you'ont even gotta know
Speak quietly and people will not know your business


Why come back? You can get it while you can
Why wait when you can have it now?


Lil Newbie and Cuzzo Henry
References to personal friends


Shit got me stressin'
This situation is causing me a lot of stress


By the time they get out, the world might look like
When they are freed from prison, the world will be a vastly different place


I'm so 100, somebody remind me my name is not Benjamin [x3]
I am very genuine and true to myself; a nod to Benjamin Franklin who appears on the $100 bill


I'm so 100, remind what the fuck a 50 is
I am very genuine and true to myself; a jab at $50 bills that are less valuable than $100 bills




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Written by: Deja Trimble

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