Juelz Santana
Both Sides
Featuring Lil Durk & Jim Jones
Prod. by Ronnie
(Hook: Lil Durk)
No niggas want these problems
Young real niggas and we balling
My poker face, I'm going all in
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
These niggas can't fuck with us
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
(Verse 1: Juelz Santana)
I be going hard with my Chicago niggas
If it's beef, fold 'em up, make 'em a taco nigga
Keep that trigger like a motherfucking problem nigga
The more I rev it up the quicker bodies dropping nigga
My pockets cheesy, lasagna nigga
My neck clear, vodka nigga
I'm eating good, Benihana nigga
Still selling white, Pina Colada nigga
My new connect, he got it like he Pablo nigga
You gon' rob who? You a liar nigga
Fast money, never slowing up
These niggas can't fuck with us
Letras de cancionesBang bang, anyway
Ya these niggas know what's up with us
(Hook: Lil Durk)
No niggas want these problems
Young real niggas and we balling
My poker face, I'm going all in
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
These niggas can't fuck with us
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
(Verse 2: Jim Jones)
See Cabrini Greens, went and tore 'em down
Like 9/11 my 911, the roof fall down
On the southside, north troop king
Let the birds fly, like two wings
I'm a man, all we need in this life man is two things
Balls and his word, that's true thing
You know 300, like O Block
Them my young niggas, them 300 in your whole block
Fly nigga, simply, gold watch
Summertime, And One's
No socks with the holes jock
At the top there's a lot of fuck niggas
But them niggas know I don't give a fuck nigga
(Hook: Lil Durk)
No niggas want these problems
Young real niggas and we balling
My poker face, I'm going all in
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
These niggas can't fuck with us
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
(Verse 3: Lil Durk)
I be going hard for my Harlem niggas
Talk to them, that A.K. taking parts of niggas
My shooters ain't gon' argue with you
I just bought a chopper, it but tardy with you
Juelz in the cut, and my nigga Fredo
Be cool before your t-shirt turn into a dago
My youngin's in the field, shawty they don't play though
And I love New York, like my nigga Tello
I just spend a chicken on my bridal bitch
Bitch I pack a punch, on some Tyson shit
And I run my city and I'm liking it
Bitch I run my city and I'm liking it
(Hook: Lil Durk)
No niggas want these problems
Young real niggas and we balling
My poker face, I'm going all in
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
These niggas can't fuck with us
From Chicago back to Harlem
These niggas can't fuck with us
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