[{"id":12093969,"name":"Problems (Feat. B.o.B, T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth & Young Dro) [Prod. By B.o.B]","trackName":"Problems (Feat. B.o.B, T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth & Young Dro) [Prod. By B.o.B]","artistName":"Hustle Gang","albumName":"Hustle Gang - G.D.O.D.","duration":457.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\nEat you nigga for dinner\nI'm a winner partner\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\nSteady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\nI'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\nI ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\nPow! Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nDamn no Tip, I got these hoes\nLive it way, got a sake pose\nCovered it like wear ladies flows\nNigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\nPut em all now, real nigga act\nBetter put it now\nYou better go for the Oscars\n'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\nThat ain't playing that\nNiggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\nShine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\nWe don't play around\nWith my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n'Cuz life be her bitch\n\nWill I'm gon' serve her this big dick\nBoy this Compton, Diamond lane\nMe and y'all, it's not the same\nSame nigga without the game\nKeep shit, it ain't potty trained\nBig bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\nBig stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\nSo break bread with the real bruh\nMake sure you live life 'till it kill ya\nDrop another molly in my tequila\n'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nOff the drama and I'm back nigga\nStill a king and that's a fact nigga\nFuck talkin, I'm that nigga\nThat's one deep, no pact nigga\nBad boy, no act nigga\nNo internet, but I'm at niggas\nNew McLaren, all black nigga\nThat's front and Center like Shaq nigga\nIn the game but don't play round\nTry this shit with me – you get layed down\nI stick and move, I don't stay round\nMake the hardest nigga turn greyhound\nI don't talk the talk, I just run shit\nHow you think you're me but ain't the shit\nCould go bananas on some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\n\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin' like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMy heat in hand, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag em, I stuff em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\nWith heavy letters I ride shit\n'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask T.I.P\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin' out one whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin' on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\nHey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problems (Feat. B.o.B, T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth & Young Dro) [Prod. By B.o.B]\n  artist: Hustle Gang\n  album: Hustle Gang - G.D.O.D.\n  duration_ms: 457000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm a winner partner\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\n  Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\n  Pow! Me slip, like how?\n  On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\n  Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\n  See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  Could go bananas on some shit\n  I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  I keep a strap that just might clap\n\n  Money low and I might trap\n  Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  He run up on me, I might snap\n  Got me feelin' like fuck em\n  I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n  I don't body bag em, I stuff em\n  With hot shit, hot shit\n  Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\n  With heavy letters I ride shit\n  'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\n  I go for real, just ask T.I.P\n  I green light my get trip\n  Six niggas hoppin' out one whip\n  Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"},{"id":14531248,"name":"Problems (feat. B.o.B., T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro)","trackName":"Problems (feat. B.o.B., T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro)","artistName":"Hustle Gang","albumName":"Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)","duration":459.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\nEat you nigga for dinner\nI'm a winner partner\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\nSteady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\nI'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\nI ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\nPow! Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nDamn no Tip, I got these hoes\nLive it way, got a sake pose\nCovered it like wear ladies flows\nNigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\nPut em all now, real nigga act\nBetter put it now\nYou better go for the Oscars\n'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\nThat ain't playing that\nNiggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\nShine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\nWe don't play around\nWith my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n'Cuz life be her bitch\n\nWill I'm gon' serve her this big dick\nBoy this Compton, Diamond lane\nMe and y'all, it's not the same\nSame nigga without the game\nKeep shit, it ain't potty trained\nBig bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\nBig stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\nSo break bread with the real bruh\nMake sure you live life 'till it kill ya\nDrop another molly in my tequila\n'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nOff the drama and I'm back nigga\nStill a king and that's a fact nigga\nFuck talkin, I'm that nigga\nThat's one deep, no pact nigga\nBad boy, no act nigga\nNo internet, but I'm at niggas\nNew McLaren, all black nigga\nThat's front and Center like Shaq nigga\nIn the game but don't play round\nTry this shit with me – you get layed down\nI stick and move, I don't stay round\nMake the hardest nigga turn greyhound\nI don't talk the talk, I just run shit\nHow you think you're me but ain't the shit\nCould go bananas on some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\n\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin' like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMy heat in hand, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag em, I stuff em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\nWith heavy letters I ride shit\n'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask T.I.P\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin' out one whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin' on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\nHey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problems (feat. B.o.B., T.I., Mac Boney, Problem, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro)\n  artist: Hustle Gang\n  album: 'Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)'\n  duration_ms: 459000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm a winner partner\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\n  Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\n  Pow! Me slip, like how?\n  On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\n  Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\n  See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make 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you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"},{"id":40021095,"name":"Problems","trackName":"Problems","artistName":"Hustle Gang","albumName":"G.D.O.D.","duration":459.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\nEat you nigga for dinner\nI'm a winner partner\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\nSteady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\nI'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\nI ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\nPow! Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't 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some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\n\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin' like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMy heat in hand, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag em, I stuff em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\nWith heavy letters I ride shit\n'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask T.I.P\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin' out one whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin' on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\nHey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these 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Me slip, like how?\n[00:58.04] On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n[01:02.20] Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n[01:05.68] I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n[01:08.88] Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n[01:12.32] Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n[01:15.84] Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n[01:18.92] Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n[01:21.72] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[01:25.39] Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n[01:29.11] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[01:32.03] Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n[01:36.07] Don't get it fucked up\n[01:39.05] Don't get it fucked up\n[01:42.52] You know you don't want these problems\n[01:45.52] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[01:49.08] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[01:53.19] Don't get it fucked up\n[01:56.20] You know you don't want these problems\n[01:59.23] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[02:03.86] It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n[02:06.56] You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n[02:10.09] I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n[02:13.33] What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n[02:16.69] No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n[02:18.99] Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n[02:20.26] This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n[02:23.73] Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n[02:27.13] Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n[02:30.54] See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n[02:32.27] We are not the same and that's evident\n[02:33.95] I make flexin' just look so effortless\n[02:35.79] Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n[02:37.38] See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n[02:39.03] And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n[02:40.56] For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n[02:44.50] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[02:47.67] Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n[02:51.38] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[02:54.31] Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n[02:58.37] Don't get it fucked up\n[03:01.30] Don't get it fucked up\n[03:04.85] You know you don't want these problems\n[03:07.84] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[03:11.35] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[03:15.47] Don't get it fucked up\n[03:18.57] You know you don't want these problems\n[03:21.54] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[03:25.77] Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n[03:27.57] Live it way, got a sake pose\n[03:29.28] Covered it like wear ladies flows\n[03:30.93] Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n[03:32.63] Put em all now, real nigga act\n[03:34.28] Better put it now\n[03:35.26] You better go for the Oscars\n[03:36.62] 'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n[03:39.37] That ain't playing that\n[03:40.32] Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n[03:42.06] Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n[03:45.10] We don't play around\n[03:46.27] With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n[03:49.33] 'Cuz life be her bitch\n[03:50.96] Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n[03:52.86] Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n[03:54.91] Me and y'all, it's not the same\n[03:56.69] Same nigga without the game\n[03:58.33] Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n[04:00.12] Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n[04:03.57] Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n[04:06.82] So break bread with the real bruh\n[04:10.63] Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n[04:14.14] Drop another molly in my tequila\n[04:17.53] 'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n[04:20.69] Don't get it fucked up\n[04:23.69] Don't get it fucked up\n[04:27.19] You know you don't want these problems\n[04:30.16] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[04:33.66] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[04:37.33] Don't get it fucked up\n[04:40.84] You know you don't want these problems\n[04:43.84] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[04:48.12] Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n[04:49.67] Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n[04:51.48] Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n[04:53.00] That's one deep, no pact nigga\n[04:54.94] Bad boy, no act nigga\n[04:56.40] No internet, but I'm at niggas\n[04:58.47] New McLaren, all black nigga\n[04:59.96] That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n[05:01.87] In the game but don't play round\n[05:03.27] Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n[05:05.03] I stick and move, I don't stay round\n[05:06.60] Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n[05:08.44] I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n[05:10.11] How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n[05:11.82] Could go bananas on some shit\n[05:13.63] I keep a team on that dumb shit\n[05:15.34] I keep a strap that just might clap\n[05:17.34] Money low and I might trap\n[05:19.02] Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n[05:20.56] He run up on me, I might snap\n[05:22.48] Got me feelin' like fuck em\n[05:23.96] I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n[05:25.69] My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n[05:27.37] I don't body bag em, I stuff em\n[05:29.15] With hot shit, hot shit\n[05:31.08] Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n[05:32.44] With heavy letters I ride shit\n[05:34.12] 'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\n[05:35.92] I go for real, just ask T.I.P\n[05:37.68] I green light my get trip\n[05:39.27] Six niggas hoppin' out one whip\n[05:40.94] Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n[05:42.96] Don't get it fucked up\n[05:45.95] Don't get it fucked up\n[05:49.44] You know you don't want these problems\n[05:52.30] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[05:55.86] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[05:59.61] Don't get it fucked up\n[06:03.07] You know you don't want these problems\n[06:06.13] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[06:10.28] I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n[06:13.81] Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 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Don't get it fucked up\n[07:11.62] You know you don't want these problems\n[07:14.62] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[07:18.10] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[07:21.99] Don't get it fucked up\n[07:25.36] You know you don't want these problems\n[07:28.16] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[07:31.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problems\n  artist: Hustle Gang\n  album: G.D.O.D.\n  duration_ms: 459494\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  start_ms: 7230\n  end_ms: 10180\n- text: Eat you nigga for dinner\n  start_ms: 10180\n  end_ms: 11570\n- text: I'm a winner partner\n  start_ms: 11570\n  end_ms: 13350\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 13350\n  end_ms: 16860\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 16860\n  end_ms: 20260\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 20260\n  end_ms: 23250\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  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end_ms: 306600\n- text: Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  start_ms: 306600\n  end_ms: 308440\n- text: I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  start_ms: 308440\n  end_ms: 310110\n- text: How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  start_ms: 310110\n  end_ms: 311820\n- text: Could go bananas on some shit\n  start_ms: 311820\n  end_ms: 313630\n- text: I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  start_ms: 313630\n  end_ms: 315340\n- text: I keep a strap that just might clap\n  start_ms: 315340\n  end_ms: 317340\n- text: Money low and I might trap\n  start_ms: 317340\n  end_ms: 319020\n- text: Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  start_ms: 319020\n  end_ms: 320560\n- text: He run up on me, I might snap\n  start_ms: 320560\n  end_ms: 322480\n- text: Got me feelin' like fuck em\n  start_ms: 322480\n  end_ms: 323960\n- text: I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  start_ms: 323960\n  end_ms: 325690\n- text: My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n  start_ms: 325690\n  end_ms: 327370\n- text: I don't 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Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nBecause I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nIt's funny how niggas get high when they get on stage with a mike\nYou know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin this shit for so long, I don't remember the height\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores\nHit er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 hoe, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\nSee I'm headin where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin just look so effortless\nGet that salary til I'm hella back\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office doctor though\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nBecause I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNO tiv, I got these hoes\nLive it way, got a sake pose\nCovered it like wear ladies flows\nNew York bitch, real lady clothes\nPut em all now, real nigga act\nBetter put it now,\nYou better go for the Oscars\nCuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\nThat ain't playing that\nNiggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\nShine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\nWe don't play around\nWith my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\nCuz life be her bitch\nWill I'm gon serve hers big dick\nBoy this Compton, driving lane,\nMe and yall, it's bout the same\nSame nigga without the game\nKeep shit, it ain't potty trained\nBig bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\nBig stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\nSo... break bread with the real bruh\nMake sure you leave life til it kill ya\nDrop another molly and monty kill ya\nTo my life in my dreams, La Familia\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nOff the drama and I'm back nigga\nStill a king and that's a fact nigga\nFuck talkin, I'm that nigga\nThat's one deep, no pact nigga\nBad boy, no act nigga\nNo internet, but I'm at niggas\nNew McLaren, all black nigga\nThat's front sealed up like Shaq nigga\nIn the game but don't play round\nTry this shit with me – you get layed down\nI stick and move, I don't stay round\nMake the hardest nigga turn greyhound\nI don't talk the talk, I just run shit\nHow you think you're me but ain't the shit\nCould go bananas on some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMe heat in hell, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag, I might stuck em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\nWith drinkin letters I ride shit\nTil showin bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask tip\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin out on whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin the dishes\nHey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nBecause I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problems (feat. B.o.B & Mac Boney)\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: Hustle Gang\n  duration_ms: 455195\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck yall nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm all on er partner\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  I guess you would know, oh you fuck how\n  Steady talkin, til 5 bitch you ain't gon board though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin with that 5, Shawty show you're right\n  Me slip like pow\n  On the low betweener, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, favorite case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you're runnin to me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n  I'm fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  It's funny how niggas get high when they get on stage with a mike\n  You know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin this shit for so long, I don't remember the height\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores\n  Hit er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 hoe, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n  See I'm headin where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin just look so effortless\n  Get that salary til I'm hella back\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office doctor though\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  NO tiv, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  New York bitch, real lady clothes\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now,\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  Cuz life be her bitch\n  Will I'm gon serve hers big dick\n  Boy this Compton, driving lane,\n  Me and yall, it's bout the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n  So... break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you leave life til it kill ya\n  Drop another molly and monty kill ya\n  To my life in my dreams, La Familia\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front sealed up like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  Could go bananas on some shit\n  I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  I keep a strap that just might clap\n  Money low and I might trap\n  Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  He run up on me, I might snap\n  Got me feelin like fuck em\n  I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  Me heat in hell, I don't tuck em\n  I don't body bag, I might stuck em\n  With hot shit, hot shit\n  Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n  With drinkin letters I ride shit\n  Til showin bove but you not shit\n  I go for real, just ask tip\n  I green light my get trip\n  Six niggas hoppin out on whip\n  Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"},{"id":9406530,"name":"Problems (feat. B.o.B & Mac Boney)","trackName":"Problems (feat. B.o.B & Mac Boney)","artistName":"T.I. featuring B.o.B and Mac Boney","albumName":"Hustle Gang","duration":455.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck yall nigga want with a nigga like me man\nEat you nigga for dinner\nI'm all on er partner\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nI guess you would know, oh you fuck how\nSteady talkin, til 5 bitch you ain't gon board though\nI'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain't tonight\nI ain't ridin with that 5, Shawty show you're right\nMe slip like pow\nOn the low betweener, I'm strapped right now\nYea, favorite case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you're runnin to me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\nI'm fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nBecause I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nIt's funny how niggas get high when they get on stage with a mike\nYou know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin this shit for so long, I don't remember the height\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores\nHit er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 hoe, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\nSee I'm headin where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin just look so effortless\nGet that salary til I'm hella back\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office doctor though\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nBecause I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNO tiv, I got these hoes\nLive it way, got a sake pose\nCovered it like wear ladies flows\nNew York bitch, real lady clothes\nPut em all now, real nigga act\nBetter put it now,\nYou better go for the Oscars\nCuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\nThat ain't playing that\nNiggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\nShine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\nWe don't play around\nWith my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\nCuz life be her bitch\nWill I'm gon serve hers big dick\nBoy this Compton, driving lane,\nMe and yall, it's bout the same\nSame nigga without the game\nKeep shit, it ain't potty trained\nBig bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\nBig stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\nSo... break bread with the real bruh\nMake sure you leave life til it kill ya\nDrop another molly and monty kill ya\nTo my life in my dreams, La Familia\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nOff the drama and I'm back nigga\nStill a king and that's a fact nigga\nFuck talkin, I'm that nigga\nThat's one deep, no pact nigga\nBad boy, no act nigga\nNo internet, but I'm at niggas\nNew McLaren, all black nigga\nThat's front sealed up like Shaq nigga\nIn the game but don't play round\nTry this shit with me – you get layed down\nI stick and move, I don't stay round\nMake the hardest nigga turn greyhound\nI don't talk the talk, I just run shit\nHow you think you're me but ain't the shit\nCould go bananas on some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMe heat in hell, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag, I might stuck em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\nWith drinkin letters I ride shit\nTil showin bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask tip\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin out on whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin the dishes\nHey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nIf you knew it as you don't\nNigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\nBecause I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problems (feat. B.o.B & Mac Boney)\n  artist: T.I. featuring B.o.B and Mac Boney\n  album: Hustle Gang\n  duration_ms: 455000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck yall nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm all on er partner\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  I guess you would know, oh you fuck how\n  Steady talkin, til 5 bitch you ain't gon board though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin with that 5, Shawty show you're right\n  Me slip like pow\n  On the low betweener, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, favorite case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you're runnin to me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n  I'm fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  It's funny how niggas get high when they get on stage with a mike\n  You know I see em bitin the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin this shit for so long, I don't remember the height\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mike, chillin with habitual whores\n  Hit er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 hoe, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n  See I'm headin where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin just look so effortless\n  Get that salary til I'm hella back\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office doctor though\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  NO tiv, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  New York bitch, real lady clothes\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now,\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  Cuz life be her bitch\n  Will I'm gon serve hers big dick\n  Boy this Compton, driving lane,\n  Me and yall, it's bout the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n  So... break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you leave life til it kill ya\n  Drop another molly and monty kill ya\n  To my life in my dreams, La Familia\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front sealed up like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  Could go bananas on some shit\n  I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  I keep a strap that just might clap\n  Money low and I might trap\n  Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  He run up on me, I might snap\n  Got me feelin like fuck em\n  I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  Me heat in hell, I don't tuck em\n  I don't body bag, I might stuck em\n  With hot shit, hot shit\n  Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n  With drinkin letters I ride shit\n  Til showin bove but you not shit\n  I go for real, just ask tip\n  I green light my get trip\n  Six niggas hoppin out on whip\n  Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  If you knew it as you don't\n  Nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin with me hatin and you ain't gon make it home\n  Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"},{"id":17767741,"name":"Problems Feat. T.I., Mac Bonney, B.o.B, Problem, Trae Tha Truth","trackName":"Problems Feat. T.I., Mac Bonney, B.o.B, Problem, Trae Tha Truth","artistName":"Hustle Gang","albumName":"G.D.O.D.","duration":459.1022,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\nEat you nigga for dinner\nI'm a winner partner\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\nSteady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\nI'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\nI ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\nPow! Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nDamn no Tip, I got these hoes\nLive it way, got a sake pose\nCovered it like wear ladies flows\nNigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\nPut em all now, real nigga act\nBetter put it now\nYou better go for the Oscars\n'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\nThat ain't playing that\nNiggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\nShine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\nWe don't play around\nWith my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n'Cuz life be her bitch\n\nWill I'm gon' serve her this big dick\nBoy this Compton, Diamond lane\nMe and y'all, it's not the same\nSame nigga without the game\nKeep shit, it ain't potty trained\nBig bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\nBig stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\nSo break bread with the real bruh\nMake sure you live life 'till it kill ya\nDrop another molly in my tequila\n'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nOff the drama and I'm back nigga\nStill a king and that's a fact nigga\nFuck talkin, I'm that nigga\nThat's one deep, no pact nigga\nBad boy, no act nigga\nNo internet, but I'm at niggas\nNew McLaren, all black nigga\nThat's front and Center like Shaq nigga\nIn the game but don't play round\nTry this shit with me – you get layed down\nI stick and move, I don't stay round\nMake the hardest nigga turn greyhound\nI don't talk the talk, I just run shit\nHow you think you're me but ain't the shit\nCould go bananas on some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\n\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin' like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMy heat in hand, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag em, I stuff em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\nWith heavy letters I ride shit\n'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask T.I.P\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin' out one whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin' on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\nHey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these 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T.I., Mac Bonney, B.o.B, Problem, Trae Tha Truth\n  artist: Hustle Gang\n  album: G.D.O.D.\n  duration_ms: 459102\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm a winner partner\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\n  Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\n  Pow! 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Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\n  See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  Could go bananas on some shit\n  I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  I keep a strap that just might clap\n\n  Money low and I might trap\n  Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  He run up on me, I might snap\n  Got me feelin' like fuck em\n  I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n  I don't body bag em, I stuff em\n  With hot shit, hot shit\n  Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\n  With heavy letters I ride shit\n  'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\n  I go for real, just ask T.I.P\n  I green light my get trip\n  Six niggas hoppin' out one whip\n  Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"},{"id":16552193,"name":"Problems (feat. T.I., Mac Boney, B.O.B, Problem, Trae, Young Dro)","trackName":"Problems (feat. T.I., Mac Boney, B.O.B, Problem, Trae, Young Dro)","artistName":"Hustle Gang","albumName":"G.D.O.D.","duration":459.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\nEat you nigga for dinner\nI'm a winner partner\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\nSteady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\nI'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\nI ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\nPow! Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nDamn no Tip, I got these hoes\nLive it way, got a sake pose\nCovered it like wear ladies flows\nNigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\nPut em all now, real nigga act\nBetter put it now\nYou better go for the Oscars\n'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\nThat ain't playing that\nNiggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\nShine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\nWe don't play around\nWith my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n'Cuz life be her bitch\n\nWill I'm gon' serve her this big dick\nBoy this Compton, Diamond lane\nMe and y'all, it's not the same\nSame nigga without the game\nKeep shit, it ain't potty trained\nBig bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\nBig stripes like 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Me slip, like how?\n  On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\n  Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\n  See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  Could go bananas on some shit\n  I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  I keep a strap that just might clap\n\n  Money low and I might trap\n  Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  He run up on me, I might snap\n  Got me feelin' like fuck em\n  I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n  I don't body bag em, I stuff em\n  With hot shit, hot shit\n  Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\n  With heavy letters I ride shit\n  'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\n  I go for real, just ask T.I.P\n  I green light my get trip\n  Six niggas hoppin' out one whip\n  Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"},{"id":38429204,"name":"Problems (Feat. 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Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't 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some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\n\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin' like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMy heat in hand, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag em, I stuff em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\nWith heavy letters I ride shit\n'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask T.I.P\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin' out one whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin' on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\nHey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these 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Me slip, like how?\n[00:58.03] On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n[01:02.28] Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n[01:05.65] I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n[01:08.85] Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n[01:12.37] Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n[01:15.82] Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n[01:18.92] Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n[01:21.71] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[01:25.34] Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n[01:29.16] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[01:32.02] Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n[01:36.02] Don't get it fucked up\n[01:39.03] Don't get it fucked up\n[01:42.51] You know you don't want these problems\n[01:45.57] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[01:49.02] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[01:53.13] Don't get it fucked up\n[01:56.23] You know you don't want these problems\n[01:59.28] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[02:03.85] It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n[02:06.59] You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n[02:10.04] I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n[02:13.39] What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n[02:16.67] No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n[02:18.98] Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n[02:20.28] This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n[02:23.71] Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n[02:27.13] Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n[02:30.57] See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n[02:32.26] We are not the same and that's evident\n[02:33.96] I make flexin' just look so effortless\n[02:35.72] Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n[02:37.34] See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n[02:39.02] And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n[02:40.57] For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n[02:44.51] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[02:47.65] Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n[02:51.38] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[02:54.33] Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n[02:58.39] Don't get it fucked up\n[03:01.35] Don't get it fucked up\n[03:04.86] You know you don't want these problems\n[03:07.81] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[03:11.38] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[03:15.47] Don't get it fucked up\n[03:18.59] You know you don't want these problems\n[03:21.51] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[03:25.70] Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n[03:27.52] Live it way, got a sake pose\n[03:29.29] Covered it like wear ladies flows\n[03:30.96] Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n[03:32.62] Put em all now, real nigga act\n[03:34.23] Better put it now\n[03:35.25] You better go for the Oscars\n[03:36.60] 'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n[03:39.31] That ain't playing that\n[03:40.34] Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n[03:42.00] Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n[03:45.14] We don't play around\n[03:46.22] With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n[03:49.37] 'Cuz life be her bitch\n[03:50.91] Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n[03:52.83] Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n[03:54.92] Me and y'all, it's not the same\n[03:56.63] Same nigga without the game\n[03:58.31] Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n[04:00.14] Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n[04:03.58] Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n[04:06.80] So break bread with the real bruh\n[04:10.68] Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n[04:14.18] Drop another molly in my tequila\n[04:17.55] 'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n[04:20.64] Don't get it fucked up\n[04:23.69] Don't get it fucked up\n[04:27.14] You know you don't want these problems\n[04:30.11] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[04:33.69] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[04:37.35] Don't get it fucked up\n[04:40.82] You know you don't want these problems\n[04:43.82] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[04:48.14] Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n[04:49.68] Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n[04:51.44] Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n[04:53.08] That's one deep, no pact nigga\n[04:54.94] Bad boy, no act nigga\n[04:56.44] No internet, but I'm at niggas\n[04:58.49] New McLaren, all black nigga\n[04:59.99] That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n[05:01.85] In the game but don't play round\n[05:03.25] Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n[05:05.01] I stick and move, I don't stay round\n[05:06.63] Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n[05:08.46] I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n[05:10.15] How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n[05:11.85] Could go bananas on some shit\n[05:13.61] I keep a team on that dumb shit\n[05:15.36] I keep a strap that just might clap\n[05:17.30] Money low and I might trap\n[05:19.09] Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n[05:20.56] He run up on me, I might snap\n[05:22.48] Got me feelin' like fuck em\n[05:23.97] I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n[05:25.62] My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n[05:27.32] I don't body bag em, I stuff em\n[05:29.17] With hot shit, hot shit\n[05:31.06] Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n[05:32.44] With heavy letters I ride shit\n[05:34.16] 'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\n[05:35.91] I go for real, just ask T.I.P\n[05:37.66] I green light my get trip\n[05:39.28] Six niggas hoppin' out one whip\n[05:40.96] Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n[05:42.95] Don't get it fucked up\n[05:45.93] Don't get it fucked up\n[05:49.44] You know you don't want these problems\n[05:52.30] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[05:55.88] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[05:59.64] Don't get it fucked up\n[06:03.09] You know you don't want these problems\n[06:06.13] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[06:10.28] I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n[06:13.81] Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n[06:17.26] Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n[06:20.35] So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n[06:24.06] Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n[06:27.42] Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n[06:30.75] Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n[06:33.93] I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n[06:37.22] Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n[06:40.84] I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n[06:45.00] 4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n[06:47.60] And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n[06:51.01] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[06:54.52] Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n[06:58.23] Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n[07:01.19] Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n[07:05.28] Don't get it fucked up\n[07:08.27] Don't get it fucked up\n[07:11.65] You know you don't want these problems\n[07:14.60] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[07:18.13] Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n[07:21.94] Don't get it fucked up\n[07:25.36] You know you don't want these problems\n[07:28.19] Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n[07:31.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Problems (Feat. 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Me slip, like how?\n  start_ms: 55430\n  end_ms: 58030\n- text: On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n  start_ms: 58030\n  end_ms: 62280\n- text: Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n  start_ms: 62280\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 68850\n- text: Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n  start_ms: 68850\n  end_ms: 72370\n- text: Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n  start_ms: 72370\n  end_ms: 75820\n- text: Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  start_ms: 75820\n  end_ms: 78920\n- text: Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n  start_ms: 78920\n  end_ms: 81710\n- text: Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  start_ms: 81710\n  end_ms: 85340\n- text: Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  start_ms: 85340\n  end_ms: 89160\n- text: Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  start_ms: 89160\n  end_ms: 92020\n- text: Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n  start_ms: 92020\n  end_ms: 96020\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 96020\n  end_ms: 99030\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 99030\n  end_ms: 102510\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 102510\n  end_ms: 105570\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 105570\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 113130\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 113130\n  end_ms: 116230\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 116230\n  end_ms: 119280\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 119280\n  end_ms: 123850\n- text: It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  start_ms: 123850\n  end_ms: 126590\n- text: You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  start_ms: 126590\n  end_ms: 130040\n- text: I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  start_ms: 130040\n  end_ms: 133390\n- text: What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  start_ms: 133390\n  end_ms: 136670\n- text: No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  start_ms: 136670\n  end_ms: 138980\n- text: Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  start_ms: 138980\n  end_ms: 140280\n- text: This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  start_ms: 140280\n  end_ms: 143710\n- text: Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  start_ms: 143710\n  end_ms: 147130\n- text: Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n  start_ms: 147130\n  end_ms: 150570\n- text: See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  start_ms: 150570\n  end_ms: 152260\n- text: We are not the same and that's evident\n  start_ms: 152260\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  start_ms: 153960\n  end_ms: 155720\n- text: Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n  start_ms: 155720\n  end_ms: 157340\n- text: See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n  start_ms: 157340\n  end_ms: 159020\n- text: And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  start_ms: 159020\n  end_ms: 160570\n- text: For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n  start_ms: 160570\n  end_ms: 164510\n- text: Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  start_ms: 164510\n  end_ms: 167650\n- text: Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  start_ms: 167650\n  end_ms: 171380\n- text: Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  start_ms: 171380\n  end_ms: 174330\n- text: Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n  start_ms: 174330\n  end_ms: 178390\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 178390\n  end_ms: 181350\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 181350\n  end_ms: 184860\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 184860\n  end_ms: 187810\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 187810\n  end_ms: 191380\n- text: Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 191380\n  end_ms: 195470\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 195470\n  end_ms: 198590\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 198590\n  end_ms: 201510\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 201510\n  end_ms: 205700\n- text: Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  start_ms: 205700\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: Live it way, got a sake pose\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 209290\n- text: Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  start_ms: 209290\n  end_ms: 210960\n- text: Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  start_ms: 210960\n  end_ms: 212620\n- text: Put em all now, real nigga act\n  start_ms: 212620\n  end_ms: 214230\n- text: Better put it now\n  start_ms: 214230\n  end_ms: 215250\n- text: You better go for the Oscars\n  start_ms: 215250\n  end_ms: 216600\n- text: '''Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that''s mobsters'\n  start_ms: 216600\n  end_ms: 219310\n- text: That ain't playing that\n  start_ms: 219310\n  end_ms: 220340\n- text: Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  start_ms: 220340\n  end_ms: 222000\n- text: Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  start_ms: 222000\n  end_ms: 225140\n- text: We don't play around\n  start_ms: 225140\n  end_ms: 226220\n- text: With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  start_ms: 226220\n  end_ms: 229370\n- text: '''Cuz life be her bitch'\n  start_ms: 229370\n  end_ms: 230910\n- text: Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  start_ms: 230910\n  end_ms: 232830\n- text: Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  start_ms: 232830\n  end_ms: 234920\n- text: Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  start_ms: 234920\n  end_ms: 236630\n- text: Same nigga without the game\n  start_ms: 236630\n  end_ms: 238310\n- text: Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  start_ms: 238310\n  end_ms: 240140\n- text: Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  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end_ms: 355880\n- text: Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 355880\n  end_ms: 359640\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 359640\n  end_ms: 363090\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 363090\n  end_ms: 366130\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 366130\n  end_ms: 370280\n- text: I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  start_ms: 370280\n  end_ms: 373810\n- text: Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  start_ms: 373810\n  end_ms: 377260\n- text: Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  start_ms: 377260\n  end_ms: 380350\n- text: So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  start_ms: 380350\n  end_ms: 384060\n- text: Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  start_ms: 384060\n  end_ms: 387420\n- text: Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  start_ms: 387420\n  end_ms: 390750\n- text: Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  start_ms: 390750\n  end_ms: 393930\n- 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425280\n  end_ms: 428270\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 428270\n  end_ms: 431650\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 431650\n  end_ms: 434600\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 434600\n  end_ms: 438130\n- text: Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 438130\n  end_ms: 441940\n- text: Don't get it fucked up\n  start_ms: 441940\n  end_ms: 445360\n- text: You know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 445360\n  end_ms: 448190\n- text: Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 448190\n  end_ms: 451610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 451610\nplain: |-\n  Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm a winner partner\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\n  Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\n  Pow! Me slip, like how?\n  On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\n  Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\n  See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make 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you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it 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Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't 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dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make 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Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't 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referees but home boy this is not a game\n\nSo break bread with the real bruh\nMake sure you live life 'till it kill ya\nDrop another molly in my tequila\n'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nOff the drama and I'm back nigga\nStill a king and that's a fact nigga\nFuck talkin, I'm that nigga\nThat's one deep, no pact nigga\nBad boy, no act nigga\nNo internet, but I'm at niggas\nNew McLaren, all black nigga\nThat's front and Center like Shaq nigga\nIn the game but don't play round\nTry this shit with me – you get layed down\nI stick and move, I don't stay round\nMake the hardest nigga turn greyhound\nI don't talk the talk, I just run shit\nHow you think you're me but ain't the shit\nCould go bananas on 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pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin' on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\nHey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these 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B.o.B - T.I. - Mac Bonney - B.o.B - Problem - Trae Tha Truth -Young Dro\n  artist: Hustle Gang\n  album: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)\n  duration_ms: 460000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm a winner partner\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\n  Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\n  Pow! Me slip, like how?\n  On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\n  Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\n  See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  Could go bananas on some shit\n  I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  I keep a strap that just might clap\n\n  Money low and I might trap\n  Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  He run up on me, I might snap\n  Got me feelin' like fuck em\n  I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n  I don't body bag em, I stuff em\n  With hot shit, hot shit\n  Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\n  With heavy letters I ride shit\n  'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\n  I go for real, just ask T.I.P\n  I green light my get trip\n  Six niggas hoppin' out one whip\n  Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"},{"id":21358040,"name":"Problems - feat. B.o.B - T.I. - Mac Bonney - B.o.B - Problem - Trae Tha Truth -Young Dro  (Prod by B","trackName":"Problems - feat. B.o.B - T.I. - Mac Bonney - B.o.B - Problem - Trae Tha Truth -Young Dro  (Prod by B","artistName":"B.o.B, Hustle Gang","albumName":"G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)","duration":459.1022,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\nEat you nigga for dinner\nI'm a winner partner\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\nSteady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\nI'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\nI ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\nPow! Me slip, like how?\nOn the low between us, I'm strapped right now\nYea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\nI'm a head K, know that when you run into me\nGet money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\nIm Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\nOkay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\nHave yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\n\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nIt's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\nYou know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\nI've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\nWhat's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\nNo lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\nHit 'er with the hammer like Thor\nThis ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\nOpen up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\nReady for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\nSee I'm headin' where you ain't never been\nWe are not the same and that's evident\nI make flexin' just look so effortless\nHit that celery til I'm helibate\n\nSee these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\nAnd they ain't hesitant, not at all\nFor a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nDamn no Tip, I got these hoes\nLive it way, got a sake pose\nCovered it like wear ladies flows\nNigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\nPut em all now, real nigga act\nBetter put it now\nYou better go for the Oscars\n'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\nThat ain't playing that\nNiggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\nShine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\nWe don't play around\nWith my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n'Cuz life be her bitch\n\nWill I'm gon' serve her this big dick\nBoy this Compton, Diamond lane\nMe and y'all, it's not the same\nSame nigga without the game\nKeep shit, it ain't potty trained\nBig bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\nBig stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\nSo break bread with the real bruh\nMake sure you live life 'till it kill ya\nDrop another molly in my tequila\n'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\n\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nOff the drama and I'm back nigga\nStill a king and that's a fact nigga\nFuck talkin, I'm that nigga\nThat's one deep, no pact nigga\nBad boy, no act nigga\nNo internet, but I'm at niggas\nNew McLaren, all black nigga\nThat's front and Center like Shaq nigga\nIn the game but don't play round\nTry this shit with me – you get layed down\nI stick and move, I don't stay round\nMake the hardest nigga turn greyhound\nI don't talk the talk, I just run shit\nHow you think you're me but ain't the shit\nCould go bananas on some shit\nI keep a team on that dumb shit\nI keep a strap that just might clap\n\nMoney low and I might trap\nYea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\nHe run up on me, I might snap\nGot me feelin' like fuck em\nI'm face to face, I don't duck em\nMy heat in hand, I don't tuck em\nI don't body bag em, I stuff em\nWith hot shit, hot shit\nYea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\nWith heavy letters I ride shit\n'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\nI go for real, just ask T.I.P\nI green light my get trip\nSix niggas hoppin' out one whip\nGo there re-constructin your whole whip\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\nI'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\nBitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\nPlease try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\nSo we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\nLet me find out, you layin' on me for riches\nCut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\nWarming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\nI think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\nHey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\nI am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\nAnd you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nKeep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\nEither know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\nThink cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\nDon't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these problems\nNigga, don't get it fucked up\nDon't get it fucked up\nYou know you don't want these problems\nNigga, you know you don't want these 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B.o.B - T.I. - Mac Bonney - B.o.B - Problem - Trae Tha Truth -Young Dro  (Prod by B\n  artist: B.o.B, Hustle Gang\n  album: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die)\n  duration_ms: 459102\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man\n  Eat you nigga for dinner\n  I'm a winner partner\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes\n  Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon' buck though\n  I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight\n  I ain't ridin' with that fire, shawty, sure, you're right\n  Pow! Me slip, like how?\n  On the low between us, I'm strapped right now\n  Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me\n  I'm a head K, know that when you run into me\n  Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me\n\n  Im Fred Sandford son these niggas, they big dummies to me\n\n  Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play\n  Have yo head in my hallway for 100K\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic\n  You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right\n  I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype\n  What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, they ain't really bout that life\n  No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores\n  Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor\n  This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before\n  Open up the suicide doors, like I jumped out the window at the 25th floor\n  Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord\n\n  See I'm headin' where you ain't never been\n  We are not the same and that's evident\n  I make flexin' just look so effortless\n  Hit that celery til I'm helibate\n\n  See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate\n\n  And they ain't hesitant, not at all\n  For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Damn no Tip, I got these hoes\n  Live it way, got a sake pose\n  Covered it like wear ladies flows\n  Nigga you a bitch, where yo lady clothes?\n  Put em all now, real nigga act\n  Better put it now\n  You better go for the Oscars\n  'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters\n  That ain't playing that\n  Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down\n  Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle\n  We don't play around\n  With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick\n  'Cuz life be her bitch\n\n  Will I'm gon' serve her this big dick\n  Boy this Compton, Diamond lane\n  Me and y'all, it's not the same\n  Same nigga without the game\n  Keep shit, it ain't potty trained\n  Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain\n  Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game\n\n  So break bread with the real bruh\n  Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya\n  Drop another molly in my tequila\n  'Til my life and my dreams look familiar\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  Off the drama and I'm back nigga\n  Still a king and that's a fact nigga\n  Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga\n  That's one deep, no pact nigga\n  Bad boy, no act nigga\n  No internet, but I'm at niggas\n  New McLaren, all black nigga\n  That's front and Center like Shaq nigga\n  In the game but don't play round\n  Try this shit with me – you get layed down\n  I stick and move, I don't stay round\n  Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound\n  I don't talk the talk, I just run shit\n  How you think you're me but ain't the shit\n  Could go bananas on some shit\n  I keep a team on that dumb shit\n  I keep a strap that just might clap\n\n  Money low and I might trap\n  Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent\n  He run up on me, I might snap\n  Got me feelin' like fuck em\n  I'm face to face, I don't duck em\n  My heat in hand, I don't tuck em\n  I don't body bag em, I stuff em\n  With hot shit, hot shit\n  Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit\n\n  With heavy letters I ride shit\n  'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit\n  I go for real, just ask T.I.P\n  I green light my get trip\n  Six niggas hoppin' out one whip\n  Go there re-constructin your whole whip\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n\n  I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner\n  Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er\n  Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama\n  So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama\n  Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches\n  Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen\n  Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin'\n  I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes\n  Hey when you learned that as long I learned this shit in the trenches\n  I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions\n  4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions\n  And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission\n\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home\n  Either know it or you don't nigga, this ain't what you want\n  Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo dome?\n\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, don't get it fucked up\n  Don't get it fucked up\n  You know you don't want these problems\n  Nigga, you know you don't want these problems\n"}]