
Problems Hustle Gang (Ft. B.o.B, JasonMartin, Mac Boney, T.I., Trae tha Truth & Young Dro)
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[Intro: T.I. & Mac Boney]
Uhh, yah!
Hah, hah, hah, yeah (Hah!)
Fuck y'all niggas want with a nigga like me man? (Hahahahaha)
Eat you niggas for dinner, I’m a winner partner
Hah!
[Chorus: Mac Boney]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes
Steady talkin tough, I bet you ain't gon' buck though
I’m a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight
I ain't ridin' with that fire? Shawty, sure you right
Pow! 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 headcase, know that when you run into me
Get money, every G you make, it like a hundred to me
I'm Fred Sanford, son these niggas, they big dummies to me
Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play
Have ya head in my hallway for 100K
Uhh, yah!
Hah, hah, hah, yeah (Hah!)
Fuck y'all niggas want with a nigga like me man? (Hahahahaha)
Eat you niggas for dinner, I’m a winner partner
Hah!
[Chorus: Mac Boney]
Don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
Nigga, don't get it fucked up
Don't get it fucked up
You know you don't want these problems
Nigga, you know you don't want these problems
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes
Steady talkin tough, I bet you ain't gon' buck though
I’m a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight
I ain't ridin' with that fire? Shawty, sure you right
Pow! 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 headcase, know that when you run into me
Get money, every G you make, it like a hundred to me
I'm Fred Sanford, son these niggas, they big dummies to me
Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play
Have ya head in my hallway for 100K
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