Mozzy - Who Want Problems (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mozzy - Who Want Problems (en) Lyrics
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Who want problems nigga
Shooters shootin' shooters,
real shottas nigga
Another headshot, dude
a dead body junky
Ayy word to mama, more than
thirty on my llama nigga
We probably pop you 'bout a problem,
who want problems with us?
Gangland in attendance,
the stick extended
I was lookin' like a bum in the
slum but I fixed the image
Peacin' up on Crumbs for the skipper
Them niggas giggled, they was tickled
Feds in my lane, yeah I'm in
a pickle, finna wiggle
Ice tickle on me, you see the
skittles, quarter million
Slid to the jeweler, throw
him the fiddles
Red beam, scribble utensils
and leave a dimple
This the red team, hit like a brindle,
that's off the dribble
'03 eighty thang, pulled out,
made him come off the nickel
Sting operation, too gangster
to play the middle
Ask the killers, Mozzy has
Sacramento on sizzle
We official, free two gun
and multiple pistols
Feelin' like the fella,
all these VV's on me
I used to take my prostitutes
to Dee-Dee's homie
Sprayin' with the woods,
you get DP for it
Got like five gigabytes, give
me three P's for it
I'm in this two seat foreign,
call it fortunate for me
Lil all red bottoms, finna
floor up the money
Bank closed, niggas know I'm
at your door for the money
Landlord where it's ugly, they
tryna score up a skully, ooh
One up top, itchy itchy, pop somethin'
Lil partner think he poppin',
he ain't pop nothin'
Ayy lil partner think he poppin',
he ain't pop nothin'
Gwap thumbin', I been rubber
bandin' blocks of it
The watch flooded, I spent
everything I got for it
Let the crackers do their job,
they get a knot for it
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