Problemz Lyrics - Tough Luv - Young Gunz

Let's do it, oh oh, Ramsy, Nasty 

Young 

We here to make sure these niggaz take heat and remember 

That we 'bout it, 'bout it business, like P in the limit 

Got some 'bout it, 'bout it bitches that fein for the nigga 

Used to flee me for the niggaz now see all up in it 

Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em 

How much you flee 'em you can get it when you want to 

You don't have to eat 'em, just dick 'em down right 

Never speak on another playa she don't like 

Get a flagour for that, fuck you hatin' for 

Dude just playin' his part, she datin' boy 

Down at the club she just had to go 

Young Gunnas from State P had a show 

You show see them people shakin' and shakin' 

And movin' and groovin' but Gunna was coolin' 

Long as I had my tullin', the girlies was choosin 

Everybody else actin' foolish 

Over there actin' stupid 

Come over here and we shootin' 

If you at the bar buying drinks holla 

Oh oh 

V.I.P full of sticky-stick say 

Oh oh 

If you ready creep wit his wife holla 

Oh oh, like-like, let's do it 

If its 23's on the wheel's holla 

Oh oh 

Young Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say 

Oh oh 

If you cheatin' on your man tonight holla 

Oh oh, like-like, let's do it 

Don't tell 'em nothing 

These niggaz ain't 'bout nothin' 

They look here with them fake stares 

We gone get the cuttin' 

You know they frontin girlies up in the place 

Plus they probably mad bitches up in out face 

4-5th on the hip and them Buddhas a 8 

These niggaz wanna trip 

Then we give these niggaz a taste 

Don't shoot at cars 

And won't shoot from far 

We chase 'em and lase 'em 

For all the shit they talking plus hatin', fuck waitin' 

We send a motherfuckers to Satan 

Been takin' niggaz girlies for ages 

She throwin' it from the back 

I'm grindin' all on her hips 

She talkin' that freak shit 

How 'bout she a freak bitch, maybe a chewie quick 

Never got to sleep 'cause you know them, chicks 

Soon's you go to sleep they all up in your grip 

Catch 'em in the act and they still deny it 

Might 'cause a riot 

I been cut the bitch off, she still on my dick 

If you at the bar buying drinks holla 

Oh oh 

V.I.P full of sticky stick say 

Oh oh 

If you ready creep wit his wife holla 

Oh oh, like-like, let's do it 

If its 23's on the wheel's holla 

Oh oh 

Young Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say 

Oh oh 

If you cheatin' on your man tonight holla 

Oh oh, like-like, let's do it 

Its Mack daddy Young Scrappy 

Nah, I ain't rappin' Young ins get back at 'em 

All the action through the traffic on our way to perform 

If you knew like I knew, you would try to keep 'em home 

Soon as we give 'em the song 

You hit it before the mornin' 

We don't love 'em, we just smut 'em 

We hit it and then they gone 

Plus she was all up in my business 

Askin' 'bout my cases 

Knew what I was charged with 

And wanna know what I'm facin' 

Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I go 

Beat the case 

Homes still fight Muhando 

Yup, hey 

Hey, whatz up? 

Gunnaz, hey 

Hey, hey, hey