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letra de no problems - young goldie

[intro]

(it goes amg)
[verse 1]
did you know i came from the bottom like an orphan
been broke my whole life
’bout to buy the whole nordstrom
when i get a check we gon’ ball like jordan
but ammo for my .40 i forgot
that’s important, torch ’em
watch when i get on imma be on magazines
have them b-tches nekkid
f-cking in my limousine
mobbing with my n-ggas
we be f-cking with that lean
diamonds on my neck
feeling like i’m mr.clean
tell me why you mad
is it cause i brag
or i could f-ck your mother
is it cause i’m gettin’ cash
and i ain’t never slipping
that .40 gave me a rash
i want a n-gga try me
i put his -ss in a bag (n-gga)

[hook]
you don’t really want no problems
you don’t really want no problems
you don’t really want no problems
you don’t really want no problems
you don’t want no problems
hold up boog i got ’em
if it go down i’m riding
leave these b-tch n-ggas rottin’
you don’t want no problems
hold up boog i got ’em
if it go down i’m riding
leave these b-tch n-ggas rottin’

[verse 2]
see me i’m real
f-ck around get k!lled
come around my n-ggas
actin’ like you totin’ that steel
this is not no game
i leave your -ss in the field
i ain’t talking no grand mansion
we put your -ss in that grill
hit you up with that steel
p-ssy ain’t even like that
you came straight from the hill
keep shootin’ them 20 t’s
n-gga you ain’t really tryna k!ll
i’ll take a look at your b-tch
and worry no goin off to brazil
this sh-t for real i’m gettin’ money n-gga
she heard i signed to amg
so she a dummy n-gga
you know the old me
nappyhead bummy n-gga
i ain’t never had sh-t
you ain’t taking it from me n-gga

[hook]

[verse 3]
(i said)
b-tch you really wanna take a picture
with a n-gga she be suckin’ my d-ck
man i hope you don’t kiss her
young n-gga from the hood
in chinchilla we be gettin’ that money
got n-ggas like k!lla
hope a n-gga pull up front front me
new lane if a n-gga play dumb
put his b-tch on game
and we f-ckin’ her duckin’ her
doin’ her suckin’ her
b-tch wanna baby
she told me to bust in her “nah”
d-mn, lil n-gga bout to go ham
put this d-ck in her around me
d-ck in her mouth what she sayin’
got her on me like she grindin’
don’t give a f-ck ’bout her man
i beat it up like a ram
she wanna get famous
i bring out the cam
honestly you don’t want no problems
you n-ggas broke so how the f-ck we gonna rob ’em
.40 with the rubber grip i’m gonna drop ’em
you talk a lot of sh-t
till your people tell i rock

[hook]

- young goldie

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