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problems - hustle gang lyrics

[produced by: b.o.b.]

[intro]
f-ck y’all n-gga want with a n-gga like me man
eat you n-gga for dinner
i’m a winner partner

[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 1: t.i.]
i got a snub nose, for you f-ck hoes
steady talkin tough i bet you ain’t gon’ buck though
i’m a gangsta b-tch, we aimin’ like you ain’t tonight
i ain’t ridin’ with that fire, shawty, sure, you’re right
pow! me slip, like how?
on the low between us, i’m strapped right now
yea, fed case, ain’t nothing to me
i’m a head k, know that when you run into me
get money, every g you make it like 100 to me
im fred sandford to 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.]
either 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
either know it or you don’t n-gga, this ain’t what you want
think cause i went to prison i won’t put that pistol to yo dome?

[hook:]

[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 hype
what’s that like? they ain’t really bout that life, they ain’t really bout that life
no lie on this mic, chillin’ with habitual wh0r-s
hit ‘er with the hammer like thor
this ain’t no boy, this a g4 ho, act like you been here before
open up the suicide doors, like a joe cut the window at 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
get that celery til i’m h-lla back
see these hoes, these hoes ain’t celibate
and they ain’t hesitant, not at all
for a n-gga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off

[bridge: t.i.]

[hook:]

[verse 3: problem]
yeah no tip, i got these hoes
live it way, got a sake pose
covered it like wear ladies flows
n-gga you a b-tch, where yo lady clothes?
put em all now, real n-gga act
better put it now
you better go for the oscars
‘cuz impostors will get whack n-ggas that’s mobsters
that ain’t playing that
n-ggas wanna sleep, i lay em down
shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle
we don’t play around
with my zig-zags i j down this motherf-cker real quick
‘cuz life be her b-tch
will i’m gon’ serve hers big d-ck
boy this compton, diamond lane
me and y’all, 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
’til my life and my dreams look familiar

[hook:]

[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 and center 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 the 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 drinkin’ letters i ride sh-t
’till showin’ ‘bove but you not sh-t
i go for real, just ask t.i.p
i green light my get trip
six n-ggas hoppin’ out one whip
go there re-constructin your whole whip

[hook:]

[verse 5: young dro]
i’m a down sh0r- baller, atl stunner
b-tch leave me i’mma 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
warming your eye b-lls on the stove, the other missin’
i think his head exploded, that n-gga t–thin’ the dishes
hey when you learned that as long 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

[bridge:]

[hook:]

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