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Featuring: B.o.B, Mac Boney, Problem & Trae Tha Truth [Intro] F*ck y'all n*gga want with a n*gga like me man Eat you n*gga for dinner I'm all on 'er 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 N*gga, 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 guess you would know, oh you f*ck how Steady talkin', 'till 5 b*tch you ain't gon' board though I'm a gangsta b*tch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight I ain't ridin' with that 5, shawty show you're right Me slip like pow On the low betweener, I'm strapped right now Yea, favorite case, ain't nothing to me I'm a head K, know that when you're runnin' to me Letras de cancionesGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me I'm fresh out for some 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 [Verse 2: B.O.B] It's funny how n*ggas get high 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 killin' this sh*t for so long, I don't remember the height 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 whores 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 salary 'til I'm hella 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 doctor though [Bridge: T.I.] If you know it as 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 If you know it as 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 Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome [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 N*gga, 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 3: Problem] NO tiv, I got these hoes Live it way, got a sake pose Covered it like wear ladies flows New York b*tch, real lady clothes Put 'em all now, real n*gga act Better put it now, You better go for the Oscars Cause 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 Cause life be her b*tch Well I'm gon' serve hers big dick Boy this Compton, driving lane, Me and y'all, it's bout the same Same n*gga without the game Keep sh*ttin', 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 'til it kill ya Drop another molly in my Tequila To my life in my dreams, La Familia [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 sealed up like Shaq n*gga In the game but don't play round Try this sh*t with me – you get laid 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 n*gga, 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 heavy letters I write sh*t To showin' 'bout you not sh*t I go for real, just ask tip I green light my clique trips Six n*ggas hoppin' out one whip Go there re-constructin' your whole whip [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 N*gga, 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 From Letras Mania