Like Whaaat (ft. Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa, Tyga & Master P)
[Verse 1: Problem] Who that, talking 'bout, who that? Run up on me, you’ll 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 times Wherever, however, cause young niggas they trying See 'em and be like “Huh, nigga, what?” “Huh? Give a fuck like what?” Hell yeah, this the remix, these bitches coming harder than cement The kind that put the blow to they nose, no Kleenex Shining like the sun, no Phoenix Diamond Lane gang wear it big, no 3X free Miller You gangbanging foolie chucker More niggas still good on the block, Timmy Duncan Knocking niggas out they style like a fucking 50 dumping Labels can’t advance me, that Cali nigga that got Diddy dancing
[Chorus: Problem] Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky, banging my gang 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 what A nigga be like huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga what, a nigga be like
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] What’s smacking 30, under 30, I'm a young rich black man What’s happening? No it 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 We faded ho please I'm getting stupid high, me and P-R-O-B My J’s super old, Rick Owens, no sleeves We at the after-party, you can bring you own weed And 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
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[Verse 3: Chris Brown] Look, okay it’s OHB so nigga, bag bag, I got an ounce of that bounce in a Glad bag Molly fucking up my liver, got a bad back and if you tryina fuck with her, I'mma tax that Ass all on the floor, I'm tryna pour it up bitch, lean on my dick so slow it up bitch And the police tryna pull up on the scene, then they ask you what you seen? I ain't seen shit A hundred niggas right behind me that’s the drum line, all you hear is ‘blat, blat’, hit it one time Fuck a punch line, nigga had bread since the lunch line, I can put them soldiers on the front line Open season, just nigga 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 misdemeanours hoping I don’t get subpoenas but I
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[Verse 4: Tyga] Huh, banging out the truck, I'm T-Raww, bitch, goN' let a nigga fuck Huh, bitch you heard what I said, your bitch is a bird, but I don’t give her bread What? Problem pass the weed, these niggas claim they balling then why they clothes free? These motherfuckers cheap like a nose bleed seat, you ain't gotta go to Miami bitch to feel the heat (WOO!) LA, burner to your belly, my niggas OGs, keep the burner in the telly Getting head 'til it ache, that’s a motherfucking headache, do this shit tonight, send it straight to felly felly Nigga why? I'm selling dreams, the money team, niggas spend crack but they ain't got no fiends Got the juice and the cream, Wu-Tang, Raheim, I'm a motherfucking, money machine nigga
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[Master P] How ya do that there
[Verse 5: Master P] Probably getting paper, but don’t fuck with you broke hoes, niggas, or you haters Man D. Howard with the motherfucking Lakers, I represent the street, No Limit is the label Throw your hoods up, motherfucker where you from? We in this bitch deep and it can get dumb Niggas in the back motherfucker popping bottles, chasing bad bitches and them niggas throwing dollars Louis V down from my head to my toes, C-Murder in the pen, and that iron getting swole Never gave a fuck ’bout no niggas wanna hate, keep the chopper in the car, case a nigga wanna play She showed me the titties, I call them bitches Dhali, I know she a freak, cause she gone off molly Pushing 160 when I'm riding in the ghost, you ain't from round here, nigga better walk slow, or get smoked