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letra de no problem - gibby stites

[intro: gibby stites]
don’t want no problem! yeah!
don’t want no problem! ok!
hit ’em in the heart charlie!

[verse 1: gibby stites]
you don’t want no problem, you smokey, then we robbin’ son
when you hear that hootie hoo, that mean that we gotta run
got three personalities, you don’t wanna bother them
first we do the competition dirty then we mop it up
beat the beat up like a rock’em sock’em, bottom droppin’ em
all the pain that bottled up, wait ’til the day that i erupt
these rappers yappin’ need a wad to puff and a c-ck to suck
pull out the red octagon but no there ain’t no stoppin’ ’em
you really don’t know how it’s really gon’ go
when my voice get gruff that’s my billy goat flow
when the bridge get closed i’m k!lling these hoes
it’s f-ck the game what she doin’ it for?
gib is a synonym for a k!ller and yes i’ve been in this ho
better get the info for each party that thrown
sh-t definitely get shown and you get exposed
everything you say’s a lie, cause assh0l-s they say goodbye
you won’t get away this time, i’ve got a mind that’s made for crime
stabilized the underground and in return they plagiarize
let me get my scooby snack as i see beneath they disguise
[chorus: gibby stites]
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem, you smokey, then we robbin’ son (smokey then we robbin’ son)
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem! when you hear that hootie hoo, that mean that we gotta run
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem, you smokey, then we robbin’ son (smokey then we robbin’ son)
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem! when you hear that hootie hoo, that mean that we gotta run

[verse 2: gibby stites]
yeah i’m back, applaud the sl-ts, gib gon’ rile ’em up
i been on my solo st–z, ain’t n0body that i can trust
labels wanna sign ’em up, you can suck on my two nuts
i don’t got a soul to sell so you gon’ have to find another
motherf-cker you can bribe, you been lied to, move along
all these labels getting coffee tryna make us do they job
i got fans who bumpin’ from the us out to yugoslav
stock is up on more fire, i ain’t talkin’ you alarm
tryna bark like you a dog, you ain’t got no bite at all
i snap but you be bitin’ lyrics straight up out my catalog
y’all attached like paddleball, forever going back and forth
i got a tennis racket palm, i’ma smack ’em all
and tomorrow get back on flow, it’s all good but this that awful
scripture written when i carving tune that scribed in ancient marble
i been on a steady climb, they wish i would slip and fall
the rhyme that got me flipping pages, tryna find me, b-tch i’m auto

[chorus: gibby stites]
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem, you smokey, then we robbin’ son (smokey then we robbin’ son)
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem! when you hear that hootie hoo, that mean that we gotta run
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem, you smokey, then we robbin’ son (smokey then we robbin’ son)
don’t want no problem! you don’t want no problem! when you hear that hootie hoo, that mean that we gotta run
[outro]
don’t want no problem

- gibby stites

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