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lirik lagu ft wiz khalifa chris brown tyga master p problem - like whaaat (remix) (ft. wiz khalifa, chris brown, tyga & master p) - problem

[verse 1: problem]
who dat, talkin’ bout, who dat?
run up on me, you’ll get your -ss beat blue black
go on get nerve, i’m off the curb
push mountains of herb, you n-gg-s already heard
the bro berg keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all times
wherever, however, ’cause young n-gg-s they trying
see ’em and be like “huh, n-gg-, what?”
“huh? give a f-ck like what?”
h-ll yeah, this the remix, we comin’ harder than cement
…to they nose, no kleenex
shining like the sun, no phoenix
diamond lane gang wear it big, no 3x (free miller?)
you g-ngb-ngin’ foolie chucker
…still good on the block, timmy duncan…
…labels can’t advance me…
that cali… got diddy dancing

[hook]
aye, i’m just doing my thang
fingers in the sky, banging my gang, like…
ooh… go on, fall back
’cause you don’t want no problems like that
’cause we gon’ be like “huh, n-gg-, what?”
huh? give a f-ck, n-gg-, what?
a n-gg- be like “huh, n-gg-, what?”
“huh? give a f-ck, n-gg-, what?”

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
what’s mackin 30, under 30
i’m a young rich black man
what’s happening
no it’s ain’t taylor less my hands is in
grands i’mma spend, grams put them in
seen that bombay, ran from the gin
staying low key, still they know me
smoking og, and i blow it by the o-z
fader, please
i’m getting stupid high, me and b-r-o-b
my js super old, rick owens, no sleeves
we at the after-party, you can brig you own weed
we gon’ take shots until someone has to drive us home
come from a place where they do tote that chrome
smile on they face, but ain’t nothing a game
stacking that paper, don’t get in their way
or rat-tat-tat

[hook]

[verse 3: chris brown]
ok it’s ohb sir, bag bag
i got an ounce of that bounce in a glad bag
molly f-cking up my liver, got a bad back
and if you trying to f-ck with her, i’mma tax that
…all on the floor, i’m trynna pour it up
lean on my…. so slow it up
and the police trynna pull up on the scene
then they ask you what you seen
right behind me that’s the drum line
all you hear is ‘brat, brat’, hit it one time
punch line, n-gg- had bread since the lunch line
i can put some soldiers on the front line
open season, just give me the reason
to bust, and just let it squeeze and
my rope-a-dope is the meanest
i box you up in the freezer
comatose, paraplegic
i’m dodging the misdemeanors
hoping i don’t get subpoenas

[hook]

[verse 4: tyga]
huh? banging out the truck
i’m t-raww, b-tch, go on let a n-gg-…
huh? you heard what i said
your b-tch is a bird, but i don’t give her bread
what? problem p-ss the weed
these n-gg-s claim they ballin’
then why they clothes free?
cause motherf-ckers cheap
like a nosebleed seat
you ain’t gotta go to miami to feel the heat
la, burner to your belly
my n-gg-s ogs, keep the burner in the telly
getting head till it ache, that’s a motherf-cking headache
do this sh-t tonight, send it straight to felly felly
why? i’m selling dreams, the money team
…but they ain’t got no fiends
got the juice and the cream
wu-tang, raheim
i’m a money, money, money machine

[hook]

[verse 5: master p]
probably getting paper
don’t f-ck with you broke n-gg-s, you haters
like d. howard with the motherf-cking lakers
i represent the street, no limit is the label
throw your hoods up, where you from?
we in this b-tch deep
and n-gg-s get dumb
n-gg-s in the back poppin’ bottles
…throwing dollars
louis v down from my head to my toes
c-murder in the pen, and that iron getting swol’
never gave a f-ck ’bout no n-gg-s wanna hate
keep the chopper in the car, case i wanna play
she showed me the… call that… dhali
i know she a freak, cause she gone off molly
pushing 160 when i’m riding in the go
you ain’t from round here, better walk slow

[hook]

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