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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 fuc*** 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 fuc*** 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 f*** 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, ni*** 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 fuc*** 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
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