They Don't Won't No Problems Lyrics

DMX

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Lyrics to They Don't Won't No Problems
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{Mysonne} (DMX){Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders}(Wanna flow wanna problem){Problem Children, y'all niggaz got problems}(Wanna flow wanna problem)[Chorus]{But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby){But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem){But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}(Wanna flow wanna problem){But they don't want no problems}{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem){But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}(No problems I'm telling you baby)[Mysonne]Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they gunsBefore I come it's tolate y'all had your funIt's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggazPopping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggazCause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all runWhen we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocksRight in front of precents fuck copsniggaz want pops then they die for themKiss the barrel, cry for themSpirt leave your body touch the sky for themFuck voltron see what me and mines formIn the nine storm, death times goneI'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes onGo to papi broke trying to get your pies onThe day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardomniggaz wanna talk but they don't want no problems[Chorus][DMX]All y'all niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussyActing like you really wanna bark back don't push meOnly room enough for one dog to hold the shit downYou cowards know it now i'ma hold it downWhen I'm done close it downIt's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit whereCome on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like thatI been seen through they bullshit I'm real like thatI know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the catI know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it backI know how to flip on a nigga split him with the batI know how to train a pup to make sure they scratchYou motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving themOne by one until it's all of themLet that be a lesson to your mans and shitKeep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga[Chorus][Drag-On]Well it's the kid that aCrush your head into a cake batterY'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shitGuns I should've been arrested forY'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jawDon't you test me boyDon't fuck with X or Drag to the dashCause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trashDumpster amoung the rest of them fagsMy poker got your skin looking like acupuncturesKeep a silence on the tip can't afford the noiseMy banger got a jagged edge like them four boysIf your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it offJust relax take you last breath and die it offNothing but love I spreadBut if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your headYou sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch EveAnd no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of meIt's fun to me, nitches[Chorus]




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