Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Problems, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 17.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Problems |
| Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi |
| Tennis shoes my choices ain’t shit changed but my bottom |
| Ain’t shit lame 'bout my partners |
| Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster |
| My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah |
| These niggas don’t want no problems, yeah |
| I can see it in their eyes, the feeling’s in my heart |
| Got me thinkin' through my mind |
| And I can’t hide the feeling inside |
| I don’t know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this |
| Rich Homie, this feeling, man it on vibe |
| And can’t no suckers get in my ride |
| So I slowly let them Forgis glide |
| Now let that marinate while your bitch get in my ride |
| She can’t believe her eyes, the ghost came suicide |
| I’m trapping in Guisseppe, gotta make a play, bae let’s ride |
| In traffic with goons behind me, my dawgs gon' spray them chromes |
| And if you got a problem, my god I’m 'fraid I’m drunk |
| Rich Homie where they do, it’s your boy Longway |
| I count a lot of cash, my homies hold AKs |
| And if you try to pass, make sure you saying grace |
| My homies at your ass, aiming at your face |
| I say my shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi |
| Tennis shoes my choices ain’t shit changed but my bottom |
| Ain’t shit lame bout my partners |
| Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster |
| My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah |
| These niggas don’t want no problems, yeah |
| I can see it in their eyes, the feeling’s in my heart |
| Got me thinkin' through my mind |
| And I can’t hide the feeling inside |
| I don’t know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this |
| Yeah I don’t put sixes on her, she should put fours on |
| I told her wear it just so I could fuck her with her clothes on |
| 50 bitches hit my line in jail on my cellphone |
| Niggas say he got the sticky icky purp velcro |
| Say he got a truck load, tell me what I don’t know |
| Niggas that I run with will rob Wells Fargo |
| Got a clip and a gun in every pocket of my cargo |
| Half a million dollar worth of bales in my condo |
| Frisco, oreo, nigga not Nabisco |
| I’m in molly world, I done hurled on my girl and my shell toes |
| Snuck up in the club with a pint and a elbow |
| I say my shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi |
| Tennis shoes my choices ain’t shit changed but my bottom |
| Ain’t shit lame bout my partners |
| Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster |
| My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah |
| These niggas don’t want no problems, yeah |
| I can see it in their eyes, the feelings through my mind |
| And I can’t hide the feeling inside |
| I don’t know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this |