Chubby Chux - Problem lyrics

[Intro: Chubby Chux](Speaking) Its Chubby chux on you s**ers Im a Problem Im a God Dam Problem [Verse 1: Chubby Chux] Wake up Early in the morning My ex girl is calling I ain't down for drama so i ignore it Cos this paper hunting needs me fo-cused n***a f** your dreams-you watch us try to live life sh** got real,so I'm trying to live right That's why i prayed to God so he can show me the light Black kings is who i get it with all night (adlibs-"no h*mo though") Pa** the weed and let me smoke b**h Its some real dope so I'm floating If she gives me the p**y then I'm poking I got this woman in a ma** hypnosis Which explains why shes comatosing n******gs gon hate on a G till the end Claim they got love for you but its pretend Down for your cause till it turns to a mess Red dot and it aim for your head Blaka! Brrrrr! Blaka! Brrrrr! Chopper bang on them s**ers ? If you an impostor you fake to the core Run up if i gotsta bloody your decor [Hook: Chubby Chux] [Adlibs: Fred Paper] Real n***as we bang choppers Whats a soldier with no honour I got an O.G as my accomplice My squad keeps it one hundred If you want it then we got it And you don't want this problem And you dont want this problem n***a you dont want this problem [Repeat x 2] [Intro - Verse 2: Fred Paper Singing] Problem, Problem n***a we problems ,Problems Fred Paper is a mother f**ing problem [Verse 2: Fred Paper] f** your songs And f** what you on We dont grind with yall We dont f** with yall Just wiling out in the east rand We hold down and we smoke up! Pockets fat they got weight problems Youuu n******gs got hate problems f** girl problems those are fake problems n***a we a problem you don't want! I got so much...So much Bombay-in my-system b**h I'm just slurring words and just twisting sh** But you all get burned don't get it twisted kids I got my own album on my shopping list And bad b**hes on my Christmas list My n******gs are running the East Side just Ask anybody they'll tell you-that's snitching sh** So every body with a f**ing problem please stop making your business ours All we bout is our business boys No business plans And no business cards We roll up like garage doors Not going hard is hard for us Got more bars than Vegas dawg We a problem and that problems yours [Hook 2: Chubby Chux] [Adlibs: Fred Paper] Real n***as we bang choppers Whats a soldier with no honour I got an O.G as my accomplice My squad keeps it one hundred If you want it then we got it And you don't want this problem And you dont want this problem n***a you dont want this problem [Repeat x 2] [Fred Paper] Problem, Problem n***a we problems ,Problems [Outro: Fred Paper] f** your squad f** with us Its Fred Paper And Chubby Chux [Chubby Chux : Outro tag] Shwack shwack n***a Shwack shwack!