Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Problems, artist - The J.U.S.T.I.C.E. LeagueDate of issue: 18.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Problems |
| Turn up, turn up, turn up |
| Turn up, turn up, turn up |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Overdose) |
| (Young Francis on the Drogas) |
| Five niggas, counted five niggas, all inside of that roller coaster |
| Loop-de-loop, over and over |
| Dope Francis, pullin' Drogas |
| Shaka Zulu in the tub, holdin' toasters, nigga what? |
| In the club, on the sofa, on the wall he got two chains |
| On her titties boy, that’s a motorboat or |
| You can go with Noah or go overboard or |
| Life of Pi, so crazy, Silver Surfer, so wavy |
| Beat Army, go Navy, so cool, go baby |
| Gold and blue, so navy, old school, I’m so 80's |
| Drop verses, top earnin', convert a bird and I’m so Shady |
| Keith Richards, I’m no Grady |
| I’m all tsunami, can’t point break me |
| I’m so |
| I don’t want no problems |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| Lupeland, carnival, Barnum & Bailey pardon you |
| Replace car with barre, barnival |
| Lose control, bumper car or two, lose control |
| Like funnel cake from that fun house, you lose an arm or two |
| Doin' battle with the bottles like a baller too |
| Like a carnivore at a bar-b-que |
| Art of war, arsenal |
| I’m level four and your armor two |
| Nigga that don’t match, armadillo |
| That don’t rap, what’s wrong with you, that’s detrimental |
| Homeboy, residential mind state |
| Existential Rolex, Presidential, time waits |
| For no man that I’ve ever met |
| Tell him no standard that I’ve ever set |
| Live right now like it’s better yet |
| Treat a trash can like a treasure chest |
| Don’t jump ship for a better deck |
| Or dump chips on a better bet |
| Don’t change gangs for a less set |
| Full of fake niggas to get better checks |
| When it’s real niggas that ain’t never never left |
| Their good ghetto for a better mess |
| And my father told me just die well |
| So I’ma do my best to have a better death |
| And give a lot cause your deeds speak when you resurrect |
| Bout revolution ain’t ready yet |
| But you don’t never know so don’t ever guess on letter X |
| Lupeland, freak show, eyes all in that peep hole |
| You believe that you know that girl but I don’t really think so |
| I don’t want no problems |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I don’t want no problems |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| Paris skirt in her Paris heels |
| Where we at? |
| Where is real? |
| Lupeland, cotton candy, carousals, ferris wheels |
| I don’t want no problems |
| I don’t want no problems |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just playin', I’m gon' kill em' |
| Where your niggas? |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |
| I’m just chillin', I’m just chillin' |