Axe Murder Boyz - Problem lyrics

Do we got a problem motherfucker
AMB them ridas motherfucker
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Fuck that motherfucker

Aye fuck the talking boy cause
I ain't for discussion
Bitch I'm going in, we all born of sin
Evil never win
I just laugh and grin, once again
Just is kicking in
I ain't had a pill, not a drink
Bitch I learn to cope
Trust me, I got gas, and I will blast
They ain't want no smoke
Division all in your mission
That's why no one listening
Cause you ain't never been true
Everything that we been through
I'm never through
Fuck what the devil would do


I see a whole lot of enemies
Never was frenemy i got the remedy though
And with a blade to your throat
Sick in the soul, I just get rid of my foes
Walking alone with my boys on the phone
But I'm chilling with something
Up under my coat
Neighborhood bullies I hope you feel lucky
Cause it ain't no fucking with this 44
Fuck all that back and forth
Fuck is you working for
I just been grinding my stack and capital
Carry the axe and the world on my back
Its so I'm with that action though
Yo who wanna battle em now

Do we got a problem motherfucker
I said do we got a problem motherfucker
Do we got a problem motherfucker
I said do we got a problem motherfucker

Let em know, bitch you better
Bitch I'm bout a check, give me my respect
Or get that neck, open up to death
Feel the stress, now you facing death
It ain't nothing left, take the stress
Now you facing death, bitch I don't forget

Do we got a problem motherfucker?
If you spit that hate
I make you kick the bucket
Fuck these little bitches
Know that I don't trust em
And if you don't believe me
I'm about to show em like
One time it's a homicide
Run your mouth then you gon' die
Murder clique, we multiply
You can run but you can't hide
Like oh, know that I've done it before
I don't take any bullshit no more
I will murder the block and I got it on lock
He gon die if he fucking with bone
How many times do I gotta repeat it
Until you motherfuckers believe it
I got some demons
I leave em dead and they bleeding
Smoking the life out and do drop, stop
Man you don't know what the
Fuck I been through
Life too short to be fucking with you
I see you fake motherfuckers gon talk
But won't talk anymore when you
Walk at the booth
Truth, you gon end up a rep
And I ain't be talking about that she a spit
The end of your life that be coming up quick
Empty the whole fucking clip on you bitch

Do we got a problem motherfucker
I said do we got a problem motherfucker
Do we got a problem motherfucker
I said do we got a problem motherfucker

Let em know, bitch you better
Bitch I'm bout a check, give me my respect
Or get that neck, open up to death
Feel the stress, now you facing death
It ain't nothing left, take the stress
Now you facing death, bitch I don't forget

We been on the grind, we ain't taking no loss
Beast inside my mind and I'm breaking you off
I been in the dark down low
It's like I need that to grow
We been on the grind, we ain't taking no loss
Beast inside my mind and I'm breaking you off
I been in the dark down low
It's like I need that to grow

Do we got a problem motherfucker
Motherfucker
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Fuck that motherfucker
Let em know, do we got a problem motherfucker
Aye let em know, bitch you better
Bitch I'm bout a check, give me my respect
Or get that neck, open up to death
Feel the stress, now you facing death
It ain't nothing left, take the stress
Now you facing death, bitch I don't forget
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