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Problems (feat. B.o.B., T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro)
Fuck ya'll nigga want with a nigga like me man Eat you nigga for dinner I'm all on er partner
Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
I got a snubnose for you fuck hoes Steady talkin, til 5 bitch you ain't gon board though I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain't tonight I ain't ridin with that 5, Shawty show you're right Me slip, like how? On the low between us, I'm strapped right now Yeah, fed case ain't nothing to me I'm a AK, know that when you run into me Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me I'm fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me
Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play Have yo head in my hallway for 100K
If you know it or you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home
If you know it or you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome?
Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic You know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can't deliver it right I've been killin this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life No lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores Hit er with the hammer like Thor This ain't no Ford, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window of the 25th floor Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord See I'm headin where you ain't never been We are not the same and that's evident
I make flexin just look so effortless Hit that celery till I'm hella bit See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate And they ain't hesitant, not at all For a nigga with a proper drawl, she give me that box like the post office dropped it off, and that's real
If you know it or you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home If you know it or you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome?
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Damn no Tip, I got these hoes Live it way, got a sake pose Covered it like wear ladies flows New York bitch, real lady clothes Put em all now, real nigga act Better put it now You better go for the Oscars Cause impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters That ain't playing that Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down Shinin', you see the ray around, no recess in this circle We don't play around With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick Cause life be her bitch Will I'm gon serve hers big dick Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Boy this Compton, driving lane Me and ya'll, is not the same
Same nigga without the game Keep shit, it ain't potty trained Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game So... break bread with the real bruh Make sure you live life till it kill ya Drop another molly in my tequila Till my life in my dreams looks familiar
Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Off the drama and I'm back nigga Still a king and that's a fact nigga Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga That's one deep, no pact nigga Bad boy, no act nigga No internet, but I'm at niggas New McLaren, all black nigga That's front sealed up like Shaq nigga In the game but don't play round Try this shit with me – you get layed down I stick and move, I don't stay round Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound I don't talk the talk, I just run shit How you think you're me but ain't done shit Could go bananas on some shit I keep a team on that dumb shit I keep a strap that just might clap Money low and I might trap Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent He run up on me, I might snap Got me feelin like fuck em I'm face to face, I don't duck em
My heat in hand, I don't tuck em I don't body bag em, I stuff em With hot shit, hot shit Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit With heavy metal, I rock shit Til showin bove but you not shit I go for real, just ask Tip I green light my clique trip
Six niggas hoppin out one whip Go to reconstructing your whole hip
Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner Bitch leave me I'm a take everything from er Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama Let me find out, you layin on me for riches
Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen One o' your eye balls on the stove, the other missin I think his head exploded, that nigga teeth in the dishes Hey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches 4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission
If you know it or you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home If you know it or you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Think cause I went the prison I won't put this pistol to yo dome?
Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
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Hustle GangHustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die) Album songs1.2 F*cks (feat. T.I., Chip, B.o.B., Travis Scott, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro)2.Problems (feat. B.o.B., T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro) ( Modify) 3.Chasin Me (feat. Iggy Azalea, T.I., Young Dro, Kris Stephens)
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