| Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi
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| Tennis shoes my choices ain’t shit changed but my bottom
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| Ain’t shit lame 'bout my partners
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| Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster
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| My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
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| These niggas don’t want no problems, yeah
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| I can see it in their eyes, the feeling’s in my heart
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| Got me thinkin' through my mind
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| And I can’t hide the feeling inside
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| I don’t know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this
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| Rich Homie, this feeling, man it on vibe
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| And can’t no suckers get in my ride
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| So I slowly let them Forgis glide
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| Now let that marinate while your bitch get in my ride
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| She can’t believe her eyes, the ghost came suicide
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| I’m trapping in Guisseppe, gotta make a play, bae let’s ride
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| In traffic with goons behind me, my dawgs gon' spray them chromes
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| And if you got a problem, my god I’m 'fraid I’m drunk
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| Rich Homie where they do, it’s your boy Longway
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| I count a lot of cash, my homies hold AKs
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| And if you try to pass, make sure you saying grace
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| My homies at your ass, aiming at your face
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| I say my shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi
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| Tennis shoes my choices ain’t shit changed but my bottom
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| Ain’t shit lame bout my partners
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| Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster
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| My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
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| These niggas don’t want no problems, yeah
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| I can see it in their eyes, the feeling’s in my heart
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| Got me thinkin' through my mind
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| And I can’t hide the feeling inside
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| I don’t know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this
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| Yeah I don’t put sixes on her, she should put fours on
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| I told her wear it just so I could fuck her with her clothes on
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| 50 bitches hit my line in jail on my cellphone
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| Niggas say he got the sticky icky purp velcro
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| Say he got a truck load, tell me what I don’t know
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| Niggas that I run with will rob Wells Fargo
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| Got a clip and a gun in every pocket of my cargo
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| Half a million dollar worth of bales in my condo
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| Frisco, oreo, nigga not Nabisco
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| I’m in molly world, I done hurled on my girl and my shell toes
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| Snuck up in the club with a pint and a elbow
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| I say my shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi
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| Tennis shoes my choices ain’t shit changed but my bottom
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| Ain’t shit lame bout my partners
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| Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster
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| My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
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| These niggas don’t want no problems, yeah
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| I can see it in their eyes, the feelings through my mind
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| And I can’t hide the feeling inside
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| I don’t know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Problems , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Gucci Vs. C-Note, 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп