T.I.

T.I. - Problems lyrics

rate me

Fuck yall nigga want with a nigga like me man

Eat you nigga for dinner

I’m all on er partner

Hook:

Don’t get it, get it, fucked up

Don’t get it, get it, fucked up

You know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, don’t get it fucked up

Don’t get it fucked up

You know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

I gotta sure know, no but you fuck hoe

Steady talkin’, til 5 bitch you ain’t gon board though

I’m a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain’t tonight

I ain’t ridin with that 5, shawty show you’re right

Me slip like pow

On the low betweener, I’m strapped right now

Yeah, favorite case, ain’t nothing to me

I’m a head K, know that when you’re runnin to me

Get money, every G you make it like a 100 to me

I’m fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me

Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play

Have your head in my hallway for a 100K

It’s funny how niggas get high when they get on stage with a mike

You know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can’t deliver it right

I’ve been killin this shit for so long, I don’t remember the height

What’s that like? They ain’t really bout that life, they ain’t really bout that life

No lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores

Hit her with the hammer like Thor

This ain’t no boy, this a G4 hoe, act like you been here before

Open up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor

Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my ombilical chord

See I’m headin where you ain’t never been

We are not the same and that’s evident

I make flexin just look so effortless

Get that salary til I’m hella back

See these hoes, these hoes ain’t celibate

And they ain’t hesitant, not at all

For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office doctor though

If you knew it as you don’t

Nigga, this ain’t what you want

Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain’t gon make it home

If you knew it as you don’t

Nigga, this ain’t what you want

that ‘cause I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome

2 x Hook:

Don’t get it, get it, fucked up

Don’t get it, get it, fucked up

You know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, don’t get it fucked up

Don’t get it fucked up

You know you don’t want these problems

Nigga, you know you don’t want these problems

NO tiv, I got these hoes

Live it way, got a sake pose

Covered it like wear ladies flows

New York bitch, real lady clothes

Put em all now, real nigga act

Better put it now,

You better go for the Oscars

Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that’s mobsters

That ain’t playing that

Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down

Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle

We don’t play around

With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick

Cuz life be her bitch

Will I’m gon serve hers big dick

Boy this Compton, driving lane,

Me and yall, it’s bout the same

Same nigga without the game

Keep shit, it ain’t potty trained

Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain

Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game

So, break bread with the real bruh

Make sure you leave life til it kill ya

Drop another molly and monty kill ya

To my life in my dreams, La Familia

Off the drama and I’m back nigga

Still a king and that’s a fact nigga

Fuck talkin, I’m that nigga

That’s one deep, no pact nigga

Bad boy, no act nigga

No internet, but I’m at niggas

New McLaren, all black nigga

That’s front sealed up like Shaq nigga

In the game but don’t play round

Try this shit with me – you get layed down

I stick and move, I don’t stay round

Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound

I don’t talk the talk, I just run shit

How you think you’re me but ain’t the shit

Could go bananas on some shit

I keep a team on that dumb shit

I keep a strap that just might clap

Money low and I might trap

Yeah I’m on it, fuck my opponent

He run up on me, I might snap

Got me feelin like fuck em

I’m face to face, I don’t duck em

Me heat in hell, I don’t tuck em

I don’t body bag, I might stuck em

With hot shit, hot shit

Yea I’m talkin bout hot shit

With drinkin letters I ride shit

Til showin bove but you not shit

I go for real, just ask tip

I green light my get trip

Six niggas hoppin out on whip

Go there re-constructin your whole whip

[2 x Hook:]

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