B.O.B. - No Problems (Feat. London Jae) lyrics

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B.O.B. - No Problems (Feat. London Jae) lyrics

[Chorus: B.o.B] Yeah I'm from the city swear it's loud as hell n***as always talking tell em I don't care Balling so damn hard I tore my ACL It's way too many b**hes I done smashed in here Yeah I'm from the city swear it's loud as hell n***as keep on talking tell em I don't care Ballin' so damn hard I tore my ACL Got all my n***as with me ain't no problems here [Verse 1: London Jae] London wild, he a city n***a Plenty paper, like a [?] n***a Keep slime with me, he gon' hit a n***a Got lil cuz with me that's a trigga n***a I'm on boulevard, popping good flavor Hit Cleveland, Bankhead I'm in Decatur with Bobby n***a Try my n***a, ima body n***as Keep it 1 million, I'm solid n***a Chain hanging like a chandelier b**hes round a n***a drinkin liquor Got a panoramic on a panomera Leave a n***a in the cemetery Piss and sh** on your obituary Call it February, boy I'm military Magic got em pretty city b**hes Finally got a ratchet pretty b**h Pretty p**y, plenty a** n titties Roll it up and ima mash it with them Saturday I'm up at mansion hanging with the savages And I know the city like mine With them bad b**hes like mine Try and it'll take a whole lifetime to shine like I shine [Chorus: B.o.B] Yeah I'm from the city swear it's loud as hell n***as always talking tell em I don't care Ballin' so damn hard I tore my ACL It's way too many b**hes I done smashed in here Yeah I'm from the city swear it's loud as hell n***as keep on talking tell em I don't care Ballin' so damn hard I tore my ACL Got all my n***as with me ain't no problems here [Verse 2: B.o.B] Stripper b**hes always want to turn up Stackin' collard green cabbage yeah turn up Chillin' with a b**h you never heard of Giving n***as with sloppy toppy with the [?] up Shirt up, skirt up, word up, bandz Extendo in my hand I got a short attention span Yeah, we was down, I never doubted my team Can you hear me packed as loud as can be Nine thousand, nine hundred, ninety nine problems I put in work like its ten thousand of me Post up something, watch me blow up from it Call it photobombing bet I'm holding something Not a role model, got a smoking problem f** the whole bible, drink the whole bottle n***as gossip, like the hoes gossip Pockets be on Rosie O'Donnell I just be preaching my own truths The Bobby Ray version, the whole gospel Can I get a witness, I been through the trenches Vicious rumors, turn to negative intentions This ain't rocket science, this ain't quantum physics This No Genre b**h, we smashing competition Easy...bandz [Chorus: B.o.B] Yeah I'm from the city swear it's loud as hell n***as always talking tell em I don't care Ballin' so damn hard I tore my ACL It's way too many b**hes I done smashed in here Yeah I'm from the city swear it's loud as hell n***as keep on talking tell em I don't care Ballin' so damn hard I tore my ACL Got all my n***as with me ain't no problems here