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Y'all don't want no problems up in here
These n*ggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird n*gga?
Go in n*ggas' pockets while we here
What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear n*gga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill n*ggas
Brains came out his f*cking ear
I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here
Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt
I might pass the motherf*cker but most likely I'mma flunk
Tell my b*tch I could do bad on my own
She say "You gon' miss me n*gga." I say "b*tch the thrill is gone"
I ain't drove it look better in the driveway
Married to the MOB, man you n*ggas just some bridesmaids
b*tches give me head instead of playing mind games
Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame
You could get a Dom P bottle to your face
n*ggas just construction workers, trynna build a case
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Why your b*tch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate
Motherf*cker I'm like
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
I f*ck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her f*ckin' tears
Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears
Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered
Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask
Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed
Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven
You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin'
Ain't nothing like some pus*y when you going through something
Just called a bad b*tch, I said I'm going through something
Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200
pus*y n*gga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions
Mother f*cker I'm like
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Rather be judged by my jewelry, not a jury of my peers
And I got some kush to hide in her brassiere
And we only selling what the boat bring here n*gga
Y'all don't want no problems up in here
Cause I got shooters on the roof like some f*cking reindeer
And I'm probably with the model of the year
I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Young Money motherf*cking Entertainment
And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here
Yeah, me, myself and I, the f*cking Three Musketeers
Smoke like I f*cking disappeared
I check your pus*y ass, and wait for it to clear n*gga
Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, n*gga
Started from the bottom now my whole team here n*gga!
Tunechi!
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Yeah, D5
Whatup Five?
Worry bout me, give a f*ck about you
Just as a reminder to myself
Bust every single nut in her motherf*cking mouth
I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...