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I'm a problem Everywhere I go I'm a problem (West side shit, you know where I'm from) (Come on follow me) Everybody knows I'm a problem (what, what) Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, I'm a problem West side gang Bang for the dub 9 on the grind for my hometown love Been there for 10 plus 10 with the pen And I'm still top 10 and probably do it again (come on) 200 million views on the tube Mortgage high, so I got me two Nascar track when I led the pack Another fuckboy lapped when I grabbed a plaque No cap there's straps in the back of my home Tell my governor, "leave me alone" (fuck you) You on my block got a flag in the wind Gauge with a dog and a hog in the fridge Right in your wall where the bumpbox hits You can call the law but don't call me a bitch Silverado in the Colorado cold With a bucked up bottle Just getting stoned Letras de cancionesSlowing down my spit So you rookies understand How to leave a long legacy Build your fucking brand I looped around the country I made a couple mil Guess I'll have to put you broke rappers Back in my will I'm a problem Everywhere I go I'm a problem Everybody knows I'm a problem Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, I'm a problem Never dreamed we'd make it this far, in the beginning So many irons in the fire, we can't stop winning Looking down on all of the avenues that we've paved, well You're welcome boys for all the fortune and lanes we made for you That's right, them boys from the west coast When we light up the stage, we share it with ghosts Of shiners passed on, their lives in our songs They lift us higher and higher and higher and higher And there are those, an they don't understand What it means to sacrifice, everything that you have And that dream in your hand can be gone in a flash But as for me and tex, we still holding fast And I'm a problem Everywhere I go I'm a problem Everybody knows I'm a problem Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, I'm a problem Yeah, yeah, aye, aye Madchild walk in the room and its bad news Half city boy, half country boy with tattoos Crazy white boys that makes you nervous Bout to get wild like we out in sturges Total psychos on motorcycles Trucks behind us to hold the rifles So watch your mouth Cause if we don't like you Lift up my shirt Got a strap and knife too Riding into town and my goons just landed Here with my boys and the moonshine bandits Little pit but I'm built for the fight Got an old red cap and it tilts to the right From the west coast, really I got two thoughts Listening to Tupac, Willie on the jukebox Don't get boxed in, don't get cooped up Handlebars raised, muscle car souped up Little beast jacked and I got bad bitch And I don't talk much cause my rollie talk shit Boy want a problem? k, you got one Pull up in a truck with a glock and a shotgun Only hang out with the real ones (aye) Trust me boy you gonna feel one (aye) They got a problem then I'm gonna solve em Revolver I'm packing a steel one (bang) I'm a problem Everywhere I go I'm a problem Everybody knows I'm a problem Yeah, yeah, I'm a problem, I'm a problem I'm a problem From Letras Mania