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PROBLEM - Like Whaaat lyrics

rate me

Who dat, talking bout, who dat

Run upon me, you get your ass beat blue black

Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb

Pushin' mountains of herb, you niggas already heard

The bro berg, keep a pistol gripped pump

On his lap at all time,

Whatever my nigga, cause young niggas stay trying

See them and be like huh, nigga, what?

Huh, give a fuck like whaat

Blow my weed, smash the gas

Hop up in my lane, she be looking way different

Through these thousand dollars frames

Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain

Thousand dollar lame only get loud around this gang ass nigga, ass nigga

Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga

Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga

Mike vic with the shit, I don’t need to pass nigga

Like what that shit do, yeah

[Hook]

I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

Banging my game like uh

Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that

Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what,

Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

huh, nigga what,

Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

The money funny you a clown

Your bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down

It depends on how much of that shit I just had

Pills cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag

Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga’s jab

Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab

Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling

Whoa, like flair

When I’m done they always ask

How you do dat there?

Word to master P and young bleed

I pull your bitch she tryina kick it faster than Chun lee

Cause I’m a pimp see, word to bun b

Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing

Get a weight lift, repel ...i don’t fire right now...

Strap it up, you murder the pussy

Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder a pussy

See me?

[Hook]

I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky

Banging my game like uh

Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that

Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what,

Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

A nigga be like huh, nigga what,

Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

A nigga be like, who dat

I bet your lady knew that

She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that

Fucking with my round diamond lane I thought you knew that

Cali raised one hunned sixes is where we grew that

Treat me on the 10 with my squad we so trill

Or upstown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill

I do it for my bros on lock,

Them hoes never stop

I used to wear Pirellis back when nelly was on top

Its the 4-4-2 my pack is ganging and robbin'

My bitch is red as a ...

Throwback on them yokahams

I be scribing the papers

You touch the paper it’s go, me I’m just granted for show

These hoes thanking it’s snow

I do it my nig, I blow the horn is you ready

Disrespect for nigga please, I’m the one with the fetty

I’m going out with a bang, it’s lane on the chain

I just show them with diamonds nigga cause lane the game.

Thanks to @keemiemillz for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to kayla for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Anonomys for correcting these lyrics

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