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problems - ishmael lyrics

[intro]:
aye
aye
aye
aye

you ever wanna slap the sh*t out of somebody?

yee!

[verse 1]:
aye! aye!
got so many got d*mn rings on, i might walk up to a mother f*cker just to punch him in his face
this gon’ be the got d*mn theme song, any n*gga talking sh*t about you run up on him hit the play
i just dubbed a thot, i just dubbed a thot
model broad, smoking cigarettes then wanna blow it in my face
found a .22 in my mama room, feeling loose, make the wrong move, then you finna hit the pave

i ain’t with the f*ck sh*t
westside n*gga i am not the one to f*ck with
dolo in the function
shawty staring at me i just hope she is disgusting, ooh
came from the roc that’s a hard place
now we bussin’ rollies in the mall, aye
woo! never trust an opp that’s what i say
but if they wanna box then i’m allstate
[bridge]:
i don’t really deal with the nonsense, i
they be tapped out i be locked in, i
boy i been the man they don’t understand i
probably with the clan, we don’t wanna talk

[hook]:
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
problems, i don’t think you n*ggas want problems

i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
problems, i don’t think you n*ggas want problems

[verse 2]:
she said lil ish was her top 6
and i’m not 5,4,3 i’m the top pick
if she drop it amma grab it like a chopstick
if her tw*t drip amma let her meet the loch ness

i’m from new york, we pop smoke, y’all pop sh*t
i drip more, when i rinse, they all slip
my clothes make n*ggas mad, i call it throwin’ fits
n*gga i get money, money i’m gon get
hey, i ain’t with the f*ckery
i don’t care where you from p*ssy n*gga can’t f*ck with me
disappear suddenly
baby momma seen my picture now that baby wanna up and leave, ooh

came from the roc, raised from the block
aim at your top, lame you op, better make moves
game never stops, babes on my jock
they gonna flock, when i’m in that new saint laurent

[bridge]:
i don’t really deal with the nonsense, i
they be tapped out i be locked in, i
boy i been the man they don’t understand i
probably with the clan, we don’t wanna talk

[hook]:
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
problems, i don’t think you n*ggas want problems

i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
problems, i don’t think you n*ggas want problems
[outro]:
if a n*gga wanna run his mouth, stomp him out
punch a* punch a n*gga lights out, punch a* punch a* lights
if a*, if a n*gga wanna run his mouth, stomp him out
punch a* punch a n*gga lights out, punch a* punch a* lights out

- ishmael lyrics

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