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letra de problems - hustle gang stroud

[intro:]
f-ck ya’ll n-gga want with a n-gga like me man
eat you n-gga for dinner
i’m all on er partner

[hook:]
don’t get it f-cked up
don’t get it f-cked up
you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, don’t get it f-cked up
don’t get it f-cked up
you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, you know you don’t want these problems

[verse 1: t.i.]
i got a snubnose for you f-ck hoes
steady talkin, til 5 b-tch you ain’t gon board though
i’m a gangsta b-tch, 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 n-ggas, they big dummies to me
okay? now get some paper if you wanna play
have yo head in my hallway for 100k

[bridge: t.i.]
if you know it or you don’t
n-gga, 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
n-gga, this ain’t what you want
think cause i went the prison i won’t put this pistol to yo dome?

[hook: mac boney]
don’t get it f-cked up
don’t get it f-cked up
you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, don’t get it f-cked up
don’t get it f-cked up
you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, you know you don’t want these problems

[verse 2: b.o.b]
it’s funny how n-ggas 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 k!llin this sh-t for so long, i don’t remember the height
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 wh0r-s
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 h-lla bit
see these hoes, these hoes ain’t celibate
and they ain’t hesitant, not at all
for a n-gga with a proper drawl, she give me that box like the post office dropped it off, and that’s real

[verse 3: problem]
d-mn no tip, i got these hoes
live it way, got a sake pose
covered it like wear ladies flows
new york b-tch, real lady clothes
put em all now, real n-gga act
better put it now
you better go for the oscars
cause impostors will get whack n-ggas that’s mobsters
that ain’t playing that
n-ggas 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 motherf-cker real quick
cause life be her b-tch
will i’m gon serve hers big d-ck
boy this compton, driving lane
me and ya’ll, it’s bout the same
same n-gga without the game
keep sh-t, 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 k!ll ya
drop another molly in my tequila
till my life in my dreams looks familiar

[hook: mac boney ]
don’t get it f-cked up
don’t get it f-cked up
you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, don’t get it f-cked up
don’t get it f-cked up
you know you don’t want these problems
n-gga, you know you don’t want these problems

[verse 4: trae tha truth]
off the drama and i’m back n-gga
still a king and that’s a fact n-gga
f-ck talkin, i’m that n-gga
that’s one deep, no pact n-gga
bad boy, no act n-gga
no internet, but i’m at n-ggas
new mclaren, all black n-gga
that’s front sealed up like shaq n-gga
in the game but don’t play round
try this sh-t with me – you get layed down
i stick and move, i don’t stay round
make the hardest n-gga turn greyhound
i don’t talk the talk, i just run sh-t
how you think you’re me but ain’t done sh-t
could go bananas on some sh-t
i keep a team on that dumb sh-t
i keep a strap that just might clap
money low and i might trap
yea i’m on it, f-ck my opponent
he run up on me, i might snap
got me feelin like f-ck 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 sh-t, hot sh-t
yea i’m talkin bout hot sh-t
with heavy metal, i rock sh-t
til showin bove but you not sh-t
i go for real, just ask tip
i green light my clique trip
six n-ggas hoppin out one whip
go to reconstructing your whole hip

[verse 5: young dro]
i’m a down sh0r- baller, atl stunner
b-tch leave me i’m a take everything from er
please try a n-gga where i’m from with that drama
so we can fire pistols at yo godd-mn 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 b-lls on the stove, the other missin
i think his head exploded, that n-gga t–th in the dishes
hey when you learned that as pong i learned this sh-t in the trenches
i am at a n-gga just like twitter, follow my mentions
4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions
and you can hustle on main street, tkt gave you permission

- hustle gang stroud

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