Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Whaaat (Bad Lucc), artist - Problem. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like Whaaat (Bad Lucc) |
| 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 whaat |
| Blow my weed, smash the dash |
| 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 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 |
| 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? |
| 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 lift, 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? |
| 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 |
| Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that |
| … 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 on lock, |
| 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 bitches red as… throw back on them |
| yokahams |
| I’m a slam the scraper, |
| 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 change |
| I just show them what diamonds nigga cause… the game. |