Noizy, Durim Kid - Problems teksti (lyrics)
Noizy [Rigels Rajku] Sukth, Albania 🇦🇱
[Noizy, Durim Kid - Problems teksti lyrics]
Halow... well in dis one dis time is No1zY
So u know
(haha) it'z the albanian verzion
Dis time u know
Problems, problems every where
Dere's problems
If u have a problem
My phonebook will solve 'em
Don't make me call a numba
Dat would blow your ass to pieces
A to the K spray 32 pieces
Phonebook gangsta, hustlas, criminels
Ryders bitchez
Generals
Olders that'd die fo' me
Youngers that I'd die fo' them
3000 breakers power bitch to
My warriors after them
R.a.g no bitch r.i.p rest in
Peace to them hoes
Otr on tha beat, i got
Killers on my phone book
Basicly waiting
For the vocal I've been making
For the bitches that've been hating
U gotta gangsta phonebook
The name it is a killer
Cause noizy comes around and the
Shit changes to thriller
Who got my back, yes you live forever
U try and fuck me dogg, nah never
I'm meeting with my family
I'm smiling with them
I got my hands under the
Table texting finish them
My phone call is dirty
So i only took some calls
My time is expencive, u can only pay enough
If your tellephone rings and my name comes up
Be brave to pick it up and
Say hey boss what up
Noizy's on the phone player what
U got for me
Give me the bad news, then give me my shit
Give me the penny
The pound and the pink nose
Give me the purple
The blue and the fake nose
Gimme the green heaven, gimme the white hell
I'm pushin all to the limit, as u can tell
Phone book, money cash yeap yeap money cash
Now go onto urself bitch i want my money cash
U heard what i said
This boy is feeling hungry
I ride up to the burger king
We said get me the money we
Said gimme the fuckin money
I hear some bitches talkin
Gimme my tellephone
Now dial his number
Tell him spread 'em all
Now through I'm gone
Don't leave no fingerprints
Make sure u get away
I spry the same way
Like i spread em the other day
No more name hustlas for me
And i wonder where will be
And i wonder where i be
And i get it bloody comming
And i watch em lazies running
I'm real till I die, my itches fly high
Keep an eye by my side, my shqipez wanna ride
But it's trap in da hood
And I wanna know what's good
OTR will be a reason, no pussy can't shoot
Watch where u walk, your just
A step on a stone
We make the other rappers feel
Fake to the boneeeeeee
So u know
(haha) it'z the albanian verzion
Dis time u know
Problems, problems every where
Dere's problems
If u have a problem
My phonebook will solve 'em
Don't make me call a numba
Dat would blow your ass to pieces
A to the K spray 32 pieces
Phonebook gangsta, hustlas, criminels
Ryders bitchez
Generals
Olders that'd die fo' me
Youngers that I'd die fo' them
3000 breakers power bitch to
My warriors after them
R.a.g no bitch r.i.p rest in
Peace to them hoes
Otr on tha beat, i got
Killers on my phone book
Basicly waiting
For the vocal I've been making
For the bitches that've been hating
U gotta gangsta phonebook
The name it is a killer
Cause noizy comes around and the
Shit changes to thriller
Who got my back, yes you live forever
U try and fuck me dogg, nah never
I'm meeting with my family
I'm smiling with them
I got my hands under the
Table texting finish them
My phone call is dirty
So i only took some calls
My time is expencive, u can only pay enough
If your tellephone rings and my name comes up
Be brave to pick it up and
Say hey boss what up
Noizy's on the phone player what
U got for me
Give me the bad news, then give me my shit
Give me the penny
The pound and the pink nose
Give me the purple
The blue and the fake nose
Gimme the green heaven, gimme the white hell
I'm pushin all to the limit, as u can tell
Phone book, money cash yeap yeap money cash
Now go onto urself bitch i want my money cash
U heard what i said
This boy is feeling hungry
I ride up to the burger king
We said get me the money we
Said gimme the fuckin money
I hear some bitches talkin
Gimme my tellephone
Now dial his number
Tell him spread 'em all
Now through I'm gone
Don't leave no fingerprints
Make sure u get away
I spry the same way
Like i spread em the other day
No more name hustlas for me
And i wonder where will be
And i wonder where i be
And i get it bloody comming
And i watch em lazies running
I'm real till I die, my itches fly high
Keep an eye by my side, my shqipez wanna ride
But it's trap in da hood
And I wanna know what's good
OTR will be a reason, no pussy can't shoot
Watch where u walk, your just
A step on a stone
We make the other rappers feel
Fake to the boneeeeeee