Carol City Cartel - It Ain't A Problem Lyrics
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It Ain't A Problem
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What Are The Lyrics For It Ain't A Problem By Carol City Cartel?
It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Handle my problem, that's the way it is Always talkin' like a bitch but that's the way he is After the ride, nobody'll know where he is, Triple C! When you serve a cat a couple of times Knowin' he serve in a couple of towns Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort Classy nigga walkin' 'round with stacks But I'm gettin' word that he talkin' behind my back Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin Tell him all your cars, makes and models Tell him how you on steaks and bottles Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday How you go to the boxing gym tryin' to lose weight He done told a nigga all your routes And now you got a lowlife tryin' to figure you out Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler Save that for your bathroom mirror No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers Triple C stamp the trillest I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is Them hoes stay at the billets And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it I told ya, flow so cold, below frozen like ice water over the Pro Tools But that's old news, update the topic What makes the prophet cut cake in projects I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is Duct tape embalmers for makin' them comments Nigga I'm fresh out Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out Jail ain't rehabilitate shit! Killers and dealers all I affiliate with Retaliate and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff and we ain't playin' freeze tag, you better dip Chop soundin' like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry So I'm robbin' moms for that wake money It's Torch, you get a bomb from me, you wan' play? I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin' Name 'em, ain't a problem 'til I say it is Miss a payment I'll be waitin' there, takin' all your favorite shit Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean Meanin' it's comin' too, nigga what you wanna do? I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga Y'all niggaz know who this is Nigga this is the homey nigga Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga Y'all niggaz see us in the club Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga But y'all niggaz already know nigga Triple C's nigga, and we out |
Who Wrote It Ain't A Problem By Carol City Cartel?
William Roberts, Richard Morales, Kevin Belnavis
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What's The Duration Of The It Ain't A Problem By Carol City Cartel?The duration of It Ain't A Problem is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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