| Keem, you wrong for that one
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| DJ Shab, fool
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| My nigga Two4 the goat, these other niggas basic
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| Ay, I just pray this shit don’t kill me, coronavirus
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| My main man just took an eight, glad he stayed silent
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| Even in the earthquake, we wouldn’t brake, niggas know we silent
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| And you would think we slipped on black ice, the way we slidin'
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| Whole lotta shoy, stick the size of violins
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| All these damn drums, but nigga, we ain’t marchin'
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| Look, all these damn targets, we gon' hit our target
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| We ain’t with the arguing, get him a coffin
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| Since he actin' like a bitch, treat him like a Barbie
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| Six-fifty, keep like fifty shots in the carbon
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| Leave six-fifty holes in their whole damn body
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| I been out my damn body, I can’t hold it down, shawty
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| Shoot it like I’m playin' hockey, I got aim, Sidney Crosby
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| Gotta keep that blickey by me, you know ain’t shit bitch about me
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| Know I’m with the same niggas I came with, I ain’t clique hoppin'
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| Only thing changed is my chains, and my bitch poppin'
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| My car done changed, I’m on in that bigger body
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| You say you don’t need me, but can’t do shit without me
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| Ay, you say you don’t need me, but can’t do shit without me
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| You see how they wanna be me, but I cannot be copied
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| I just poured a four up, just me and Poppy
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| Need some gang to soak up, I’m hittin' Gotti
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| Ay, we gon' keep it in the streets, we ain’t gon' tell nobody
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| And we ain’t gon' do that internet, that ain’t gon' help nobody
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| We ain’t goin' back and forth, this ain’t no air hockey
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| Ay, we ain’t tryna see no tweet, we wanna see dead bodies
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| Why you and dude ain’t got a song, them niggas scared probably
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| And every time I’m on a song, I’m killing everybody
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| For everybody who ever went against me
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| We gon' treat a nigga like this beef, his beef
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| We ain’t gon' wait next week, we gon' get him this week
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| We ain’t gon' wait next week, we gon' get him this week
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| Look, I know them niggas could never fuck with me
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| I just got a Jesus piece, spent a buck-fifty
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| Look, I just flew out my first to stay, thats a two-fifty
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| These little fucks don’t know what to do with me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ah Problem , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album Corona Pack - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп