PROBLEM - Like Whaaat Lyrics

Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Run upon me, you get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, Iím 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 ainít gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city like Iím on a raft nigga
Mike vic with the shit, I donít need to pass nigga
Like what that shit do, yeah

[Hook]
Iím just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my game like uh
Go on fall back, cause you donít 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 Iím 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 niggaís 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 Iím 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 Iím a pimp see, word to bun b
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Get a weight lift, repel ...i donít fire right now...
Strap it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you donít talk, you just murder a pussy
See me?

[Hook]
Iím just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my game like uh
Go on fall back, cause you donít 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 itís go, me Iím just granted for show
These hoes thanking itís snow
I do it my nig, I blow the horn is you ready
Disrespect for nigga please, Iím the one with the fetty
Iím going out with a bang, itís lane on the chain
I just show them with diamonds nigga cause lane the game.


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