Cover art for No Problems by Prezidential Candidates
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No Problems Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prez]
Uh
Done more in 2010, than all last year
Slow down son, you killin' 'em, courtesy of Kashmere
Courtesy of weed smokin', spliff tokin', bitch phonin'
Money blowin', this the reason why my damn pockets growin'
Got a belt 'round my waist, to keep my pants up
Got a belt 'round my pockets, to keep them grams up
So if you bobbin' to this, then throw your hands up
Prezidential powers allowin' us to command ya
Independent record labels be hollerin'
But I need that Kanye West money, so stop botherin'
No problemo, no problem
You can get blown up or popped like a condom
TD Bank rockin' when them C's roll through
I'm gettin' change every day, like a toll booth
I mix it up, like Southern Comfort and vermouth
Haters love me, you forget what I told you?

[Hook: Prez]
Catch me in the streets, ain't a damn thing sweet
It's the belly of the beast, ain't nobody safe
Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat
And killers don't sleep, homie show me where the safe
Trust me, you don't want them problems
Pull up on you with the treble and bass
And mop the whole place, oh no, it ain't safe
It ain't safe, 'round these parts

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November 7, 2010
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