If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a b*tch ain't one

Tip my hat to the sun in the west

Feel the beat right in my chest

At the crossroads a second time

Make the devil change his mind.

It's a pound of flesh but it's really a ton

99 problems and a b*tch ain't one

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems and a b*tch ain't one

99 problems

But a b*tch ain't one.

Like broken glass under my feet

I could lose my mind in this heat

Looking for the prize but I don't want blood

I order one drink then I drink the flood

Well, you can come inside but your friends can't come

99 problems and a b*tch ain't one

If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a b*tch ain't one

I got 99
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99 problems
But a b*tch ain't one.
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99 problems and a b*tch ain't one