Young Gunz Problemz Lyrics

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We here to make sure these
*****s take heat and remember

That we bout it, bout our business
Like P and da limit

Got some bout it, bout it
*****es that fiend for the
*****s use to flee me for
Them *****s now see all up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how you treat
How much you flee'em
You can get it when you want to
You don't have to eat'em
Jus ****'em down right
Never speak on

Never play us
You don't like

Get a flagrant for that ****
You hatin' for that dude jus
Playin' his part she datin' boy

Down at them clubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Should of seen
The people shakin' and movin'

And movin' and grovin'
But gunna was coolin'
Long as i had my tool in
Girlies was choosin'
Everybody else actin foolish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin'

If you at the bar buyin' drinks
Holla (whoop whoop)
V.I.P full of stinly stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin' with his wife
Holla (whoop whoop)
Like, like
Lets do it
If there's 23s on da whill
Holla(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin' though
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin' on your man
Holla (whoop whoop)

Don't tell'em nothin'
These *****s ain't bout nothin'
They look here
With them fake stares
We gon' get the cuttin'

You know there's frontin' girlies
All up in da place
Plus they probly mad *****es all in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These *****s want to trip
Then we give these
*****s a taste
don't shoot at cars
And won't shoot from far

We chase'em and lase'em
For all the **** they talkin'

Plus hatin', **** waitin'
We sendin' motha****ers to satin

Been takin' *****s girlies for
Ages she throwin' it from da
Back I'm grindin' all on her
Hip she talkin' that freak
**** bout how she a freak
***** maybe a chewy quick

Never go to sleep
'cause you know those chicks
Soon as you
Go to sleep
They all up in
Your grip
Catch'em in the act

And they still deny it
Might cause a riot
I been cut the
***** off
She still on my ****

Its mack daddy
Young scrappy

Nah i ain't rappin'
Youngins get
Back at'em

Mashin' through the traffic
On our way to perform
If you knew
Like i knew'em
You would try
To keep'em home
'cause once we
Get'em its on
You won't get'em
Til da morn
We don't love'em

We jus smut'em
We hit it
And then they gon

Plus she was
All up in my
Askin' bout my cases

Knew what i was charged wit
And wanted to know facin'
Heard i keep it on me daily
Where ever i go
Beat the case home

Still fightin' muhondo

Written by: Christopher Ries, Hanif Muhammad, Hanif Kailli Muhammad, Kehinde Hassan, Taiwo Hassan
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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