Текст песни Like Whaaat (feat. Bad Lucc) - Problem feat. Bad Lucc
(League
of
Starz)
(Sorry
Jaynari)
Who
dat,
talking
bout,
who
dat
Run
up
on
me,
you
get
your
ass
beat
blue
black
Go
on
get
nerve,
I'm
off
the
curb
Push
mountains
of
herb,
you
niggas
already
heard
The
bro
Berg,
keep
a
pistol
gripped
pump
on
his
lap
at
all
time
Whatever
however,
cause
young
niggas
stay
trying
See
them
and
be
like
huh,
nigga,
what?
Huh,
give
a
fuck
like
whaaat
Blow
my
weed,
smash
the
gas
Then
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
his
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
Vick
with
the
shit,
I
don't
need
a
pass
nigga
Like
what
that
shit
do
Yeah
I'm
just
doing
my
thang,
fingers
in
the
sky
Banging
my
gang
like
ooh
Goon
fall
back,
cause
you
don't
want
no
problems
like
that
Cause
we
gonna
be
like
Huh,
nigga
what,
huh,
give
a
fuck,
nigga
whaaat
(That
nigga
be
like)
Huh,
nigga
what,
huh,
give
a
fuck,
nigga
whaaat
(That
nigga
be
like)
Your
money
funny
you
a
clown
The
bitch
hit
me
up
then
I'm
probably
going
down
It
depends
on
how
much
of
that
shit
I
just
had
Pill
cool
but
I
prefer
my
MDMA
by
the
bag
Heavy
hitter
right
here,
all
you
other
nigga's
jabs
Big
talking
bout
beef
till
you
serve
they
ass
a
slab
Do
the
math
hoes
clash,
cause
I
got
them
yelling,
"Woo!"
like
Flair
When
I'm
done
they
always
ask,
"How
you
do
dat
there!?"
Hol'
up,
word
to
Master
P
and
Young
Bleed
I
pull
your
bitch
she
trying
kick
it
fast
as
Chun
Li
'Cause
I'm
a
pimp
see,
word
to
Bun
B
Underground
king,
no
checker,
shout
out
to
the
bitch
pressing
Get
a
weight
lifters,
reppin'
Cal
like
Ripken
I'm
on
fire
right
now
P
burnin',
no
Syphilis
Strap
it
up,
you
murder
the
pussy
Real
beef
you
don't
talk,
you
just
murder
the
pussy,
see
me?
Yeah
I'm
just
doing
my
thang,
fingers
in
the
sky
Banging
my
gang
like
ooh
Goon
fall
back,
cause
you
don't
want
no
problems
like
that
Cause
we
gonna
be
like
Huh,
nigga
what,
huh,
give
a
fuck,
nigga
whaaat
(That
nigga
be
like)
Huh,
nigga
what,
huh,
give
a
fuck,
nigga
whaaat
(That
nigga
be
like)
Who
dat
I
bet
your
lady
knew
that
She
said
he
got
a
ticket
on
the
molly,
mommy
do
that
Talking
with
my
round
diamond
lane,
I
thought
you
knew
that
Pound
half-Raider,
hunned
sixes
is
where
we
grew
that
See
me
on
the
10
with
my
squad
we
so
trill
Or
uptown
with
them
foolies
niggas,
trapping
by
the
mill
I
do
it
for
my
bros
of
the
Locke
Them
hoes
on
stop
I
used
to
wear
Pirellis
back
when
Nelly
was
on
top
Now
it's
442
my
pack
a
bang
rewinding
My
bitch
is
red
as
a
Honda
throw
back
on
them
Yokohamas
I'ma
slam
the
scraper
You
touch
the
paper
it's
go,
me
I'm
just
granted
for
show
These
hoes
thanking
it's
snow
I
get
it
going
my
nig,
I
blow
the
horn
and
she
ready
Disrespectful?
Nigga
please,
I'm
the
one
with
the
fetti
I'm
going
out
with
a
bang,
it's
Lane
on
the
chain
I
just
throw
up
a
diamond,
nigga,
cause
Lane
is
the
gang!
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