paroles de chanson Problems - Taysav , NLE Choppa
Five-Five-Six,
hit
a
nigga
broad
day
Shoot
him
in
the
leg
and
I
took
off
his
face
We
ain't
doing
no
playing,
we
totin'
these
Drac's
I
catch
him
up
in
traffic,
boost
the
murder
rate
Murder
on
my
mind,
I
coming
like
Melly
I
pop
me
a
perc
and
it's
sitting
in
my
belly
I
went
on
a
mission,
you
know
I
was
ready
I
hang
out
the
window,
shoot
shit
like
Mageddon
I
might
shoot
to
Chicago
and
link
up
with
Tay
I
hit
up
the
plug,
I
need
me
a
play
I
used
to
be
broke,
I
made
me
a
way
And
free
all
my
niggas,
they
fighting
the
cases
They
locked
in
the
cage,
you
know
that
they
with
it
They
know
I'm
from
Memphis,
they
know
that
we
killin'
When
these
bullets
hit,
you
know
it's
no
healin'
Cause
I
aim
at
your
noggin,
I'm
knockin'
your
fitted
When
you
talking
to
me,
come
correct
Shoot
through
your
neck,
you
don't
need
a
vest
We
totin'
them
Drac's,
put
up
your
TEC
And
just
like
a
pussy,
I
leave
him
wet
Hide
your
momma,
hide
your
son
You
know
I'm
a
savage
when
I
got
a
gun
We
killin'
for
real,
we
do
it
for
fun
You
could
call
me
Osama,
I
keep
me
a
bomb
Back
in
the
party,
my
Glock
out
F&N
make
niggas
clock
out
I'm
on
the
block
with
the
rocks
out
Call
Choppa,
tell
his
ass
pop
out
Make
all
the
guys
bring
all
the
mops
out
AR-15
with
the
stock
out
I
been
going
too
hard,
I
can't
stop
now
Nigga
Patek
bust
down,
like
a
thot
now
They
know
I'm
a
bug,
might
rob
the
plug
Feed
him
some
slugs,
came
from
the
slums
Make
your
bitch
suck
on
my
dick
like
a
thumb
Flexin'
too
hard,
man
you
niggas
some
bums
Don't
love
these
bitches,
cause
bitches
is
dumb
Just
wanna
fuck,
when
I
hit
'em,
I'm
done
Being
broke,
it
made
me
pick
up
gun
Ask
one
of
the
guys
and
gave
it
like
"huh"
Ain't
ask
no
questions,
he
gave
me
a
seven
Asked
for
some
work
and
he
gave
me
a
seven
Slid
on
the
opps
'cause
I
knew
I
was
ready
Shoot
at
his
brain
'til
it
turns
to
spaghetti
Ain't
got
no
dollar,
you
niggas
is
petty
Caught
my
first
body,
I
hopped
out
a
Chevy
Them
slugs
hit
your
chest
and
your
body
get
heavy
I
pop
out
with
choppers,
so
nigga
don't
test
me
Aye,
this
nigga
think
he
a
problem
I
make
a
phone
call
to
Choppa
We
gon'
run
down
on
his
partners
He
made
a
phone
call
to
me,
so
I
pulled
in
a
hurry
He
tried
to
run
off,
get
hit
with
the
30
You
knowin'
that
I'm
poppin'
niggas
like
perky's
Them
bullets
heat
a
nigga
just
like
a
turkey
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