You got ninety nine problems
Mixed in seven different drink to forget about you
And that's what I'm gonna do
It only took six months and five whole weeks
I swear to god forty ounces never felt so free
'Cause it's three strikes
And girl I think we're one in the same
If you could just drop you problems at the bottom of this bottle
I would drink you all the time
I know it's hard to swallow
But you'd rather be a bitch to me
So you keep your problems
Hunch that you don't give a shit
And I've been kicking myself for not realizing it
'Cause I got my good friends Jack and Jim
And they don't got a singly problem with the way that I am
And they're dying to hear me out
'Cause it's three strikes
And girl you know I've won either way
Drop you're problems at the bottom of this bottle
I would drink you all the time
I know it's hard to swallow
But you'd rather be a bitch to me
So you keep your problems
If you could just drop your problems at the bottom of this bottle
I would drink you all the time
I know it's hard to swallow
Drop your problems at the bottom of the bottle
I would drink you all the time
I know it's hard to swallow
But you'd rather be a bitch to me
But you'd rather be a bitch to me
So you keep your problems I'll keep the whiskey
So you keep your problems
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