PROBLEM

PROBLEM - Compton lyrics

rate me

Have to imitated, never duplicated bluff

Well pussy nigga never make it out

Gang the nigga climbest, I’m the nigga finet

But they hanging on my mamma

I ain’t see them niggas up then get

A few niggas that I grew it ain’t here

They come with their biggest fear

But they sure gonna die right here

When I’m out f town they ain’t gotta ask

Don’t look around nigga know where I flip, where I talk, where I shit

That nigga know that it can’t fuck with me

Bitch you lower than a hoer if you fuck for free

Blowing boms for free, with Bahama freeze

Yeah they down for fake, yelling down the fake

Praying hard to freez, I don’t like like G-s

I’m ‘bout to searching for

If you don’t make no money, it ain’t no purpose for

It ain’t for the pussy, nigga is parping for

The new glock gotta shot you loo perfect for

All black on the statement, black reach and dangerous

Me and your team speaking fame language

Famous and faded, I fade with the famous

Pussy eating pea, this is me and they changing never

Cu I sit here on front, pop that shit that make Diddy go dumb

Don’t push that shit that make city goes numb

They just there on the video run

Motherfucker this, all day every day,

Motherfucker glap in that seven lains

Form like in every way, cush, cush got me in that mad front beveling

Off that imitated duplicated guap for

Will suck a nigga never make it out

Gang the nigga frames, have it on my mamma

I ain’t never see the nigga up in here

A few niggas that I grew it ain’t here

They come with their biggest fear

But they sure gonna die right here

When I’m out f town they ain’t gotta ask

Don’t look around nigga know where I flip, where I talk, where I shit

That nigga know that it can’t fuck with me

Just like that

Where is the throne I’m ready to sit down

All of this nigga just rapping like this now

God dollars and scissors, my hood full of ______(?) the pop is suspicious

El , El Bow without the cango thou

Told about the can bout the gang bang blood

Bring us the blind, the minutes get adom

This niggas pang on like the gang pang on

From the jail sell, ball fall, gass when I feel all

Now I fly but I ain’t try to catch it,

Anyone want to _______(?) gas but

Want that fire boy I can bring it back

Need it all, they want all, I ain’t fucking tell

Cuz I’m on lain at the _____(?)

Don’t blame me they brake on ______(?)]hands up to the seeds and the trap gold

Hit a rock and they take it all, knowing thattheir mama know

I’m feeling wired, fucked off and she baught a rock from his friend

Well suckers nigga never make it out

Gangers nigga crimest, I’m the nigga finest but thei hating on my mamma

A few niggas that I grew it ain’t here

They come with their biggest fear

But they sure gonna die right here

When I’m out f town they ain’t gotta ask

Don’t look around nigga know where I flip, where I talk, where I shit

That nigga know that it can’t fuck with me

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