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Artist: Young gunz Song: Problemz lyrics Album: Tough Luv
(Young Chris) We here to make sure these Niggas take heat and remember That we bout it, bout our business Like P and da limit Got some bout it, bout it Bitches that fiend for the Niggas use to flee me for Them niggas now C all up in It hit it when i want to No matter how u treat How much you flee'em You can get it when you want to You dont have to eat'em Jus dick'em down right Never speak on Never play us You dont like Get a flagrant for that fuck You hatin for that dude jus Playin his part she datin boy Down at them clubs She jus had to go Young gunnas from State P had to show Should of seen The people shakin and movin And movin and grovin But gunna was coolin Long as i had my tool in Girlies was choosin Everybody else actin foolish Over there actin stupid Come over here and we shootin (Hook:) If you at the bar buyin drinks Holla (whoop whoop) V.I.P full of stinly stink say (whoop whoop) If you creepin with his wife Holla (whoop whoop) Like, like Lets do it If there's 23s on da whill Holla(whoop whoop) Young Gunnas bangin thourgh Your speakers say (whoop whoop) If you cheatin on your man Holla (whoop whoop) (Young Neef) Dont tell'em notnin These niggas aint bout nothin They look here With them fake stares We gon get the cuttin You know theres frontin girlies All up in da place Plus they probly mad bitches all in our Face 4-5th on da hip And da buddas to 8 These niggas wanna trip Then we give these Niggas a taste Dont shoot at cars And wont shoot from far We chase'em and lase'em For all the shit they talkin Plus hatin, fuck waitin We sendin mothafuckers to satin Been takin niggas girlies for Ages she throwin it from da Back im grindin all on her Hip she talkin that freak Shit bout how she a freak Bitch maybe a chewy quick Never go to sleep Cuz you know those chicks Soon as you Go to sleep They all up in Your grip Catch'em in the act And they still deny it Might cause a riot I been cut the Bitch off She still on my dick (Repeat Hook) (Bridge (B Siegel)) Its mack daddy Young scrappy Nah i aint rappin Youngins get Back at'em (Young Chris) Mashin through the traffic On our way to perform If you knew Like i knew'em You would try To keep'em home Cuz once we Get'em its on You wont get'em Til da morn We dont love'em We jus smut'em We hit it And then they gon (Young Neef) Plus she was All up in my Business Askin bout my cases Knew what i was charged wit And wanted to know facin Heard i keep it on me daily Where ever i go Beat the case home Still fightin muhondo WUT ( )

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