| Who want problems nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| This is Jay P Bangz music
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| Another headshot through a dead body junky
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| Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us?
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| Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us?
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| Gangland in attendance, the stick extended
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| I was lookin' like a bum in the slum but I fixed the image
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| Piecin' up on Crumbs for the skipper
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| Them niggas giggled, they was tickled
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| Feds on my lane, yeah I’m in a pickle, finna wiggle
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| Icicle on me, you see the Skittles, quarter million
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| Slid to the jeweler, throw him the fiddles
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| Red beam, scribble utensils and leave a dimple
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| This the red team, hit like a brindle, that’s off the dribble
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| Lil three eighty thang, pulled out, made him come off the nickel
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| Sting operation, too gangster to play the middle
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| Ask the killers, Mozzy has Sacramento on sizzle
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| We official, free two gun and multiple pistols
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| Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us?
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| Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us?
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| Feelin' like the fella, all these VV’s on me
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| I used to take my prostitutes to Dee-Dee's homie
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| Sprayin' with the woods, you get DP for it
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| Got like five gigabytes, give me three P’s for it
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| I’m in this two seat foreign, call it fortunate for me
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| Lil' all red bottoms, finna floor up the money
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| Bank closed, niggas know I’m at your door for the money
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| Landlord where it’s ugly, they tryna score off a skully, ooh
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| One up top, itchy itchy, pop somethin'
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| Lil' partner think he poppin', he ain’t pop nothin'
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| One up top, itchy itchy, pop somethin'
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| Ayy lil' partner think he poppin', he ain’t pop nothin'
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| Guap thumbin', I been rubber bandin' blocks of it
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| The watch flooded, I spent everything I got for it
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| Let the crackers do they job, they get a knot for it
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| Let the crackers do they job, they get a knot for it
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| Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us?
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| Ayy word to mama, more than thirty on my llama nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| Shooters shootin' shooters, real shottas nigga
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| We probably pop you 'bout a problem, who want problems with us? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Want Problems , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Gangland Landlord, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп