Styles P
Styles P - What's The Problem lyrics
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Yeah, it's the heart is out Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test me, told you I'll cut class Bruise from your ear to your mustache Fuck around, nigga you'll be swallowin' crushed glass Back on my hard shit, back on my yard shit Back on my scarred shit Thirty sets a day still hatin' the bar shit Nice with a hawk like a Navy Seal who is the target? Make the walls look likes it's red paint, red rug Need a little love, nigga get you a lead hug My bullets gon' frap, gun in my backpack Fuck all the chit chat, my shit got kicked back Your face I split that, kickin' in the door ask 'em Where is the bricks at? Nigga What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem? Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down I don't give a fuck if he's famous Still knock the one, shotgun to his anus Then to his kneecap, then to his shoulder Soldier, should of read my file or folder I'm colder than Antarctica or Alaska The blaster, you don't need a rocket, I'll get you to NASA I told you, ain't nobody nicer, fuck with the shyster You gettin' sliced up, I ain't finished yet, this only my start up Catch him outside then I'm shootin' his car up Tell him sayonara, there's no more tomorrow No more today now, go 'head lay down Pop, pop, pop, nigga go 'head stay down We don't play clown, this ain't the circus You makin' me nervous, what is your purpose? One more move, it's your funeral service What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem? Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down Niggas is gettin' shot down