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Young Buck - Walk Thru (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Problem)
Artist
Problem,
Rich Homie Quan,
Young Buck
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'Walk Thru (Remix)' Lyrics - Young Buck Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Problem
Here is Walk Thru (Remix) Lyrics by Young Buck Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Problem
(Rich Homie Quan)
Yeah, hey man where my real niggas at in this muh’ fucker man?
You feel me? Do the real nigga walk through for me hey
(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
(Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan)
I done made a few bands when I walk through
People I don’t know naw I don’t talk to
Me and Problem in this bitch, he a boss too
Sitting at the round table making boss moves
I done walk thru with Gucci on my feet
Who got more money, you or me?
I’mma walk through usually with my nigga best believe
That I got the tool on me I done snuck passed security
What the fuck, do you need glasses just to see
Me when I’m coming full speed, got that V12 running
And I’mma jump the fence if I see 12 coming
Even if I were blind, I could still smell money
I can’t trust no outside niggas, they could tell on me
I’m the alphabet boy ‘cause I keep an L on me
I smoke good, throwing up my set in your hood, nigga
(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
(Verse 2: Young Buck)
Some of my niggas flamed up but I’m all blue
I keep bands in my pants so we all do
Floor seats, Hawks game I’ma ball too
I put the Chevy on the road but my dogs flew
Shorty sendin’ DM’s, lemme call you
I told her get all of her friends, yeah I’ll fall through
Giuseppe shoes, Louie belt, bitch I’m all new
A Cuban link, gold Rollie and it’s all true
Penthouse top level, look at yall view
50 bands on me, Rich Homie when I saw you
They know who to talk to for the walk thru
You want yo city turned up, you gon call who?
(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
(Verse 3: Problem)
It’s money over here, what you thought, clown?
Play crazy while you high, have you knocked down
No frowns around here, bruh, we all smiles
Giuseppe just dropped, got all styles
(Mom set the boy out when I walk through
Scarface before he died this part 2)
Have your peoples tell promoters that I’m coming
Park me in the front, leave the shit running, here’s 100, what up?
Flip your bitch like a coin, better call it, nigga
She got a thing for us big dick balling niggas
She bout to rock the boy mic, ’till it feedback
The realest nigga out my city and I mean that
(Hook)
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014 |
Plies - Money Bag Lyrics and Video (Ft. Problem)
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'Money Bag' Lyrics - Plies Ft. Problem
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Came through stunting with a money bag
Keep them sucker niggas in my rear view
Stay loud, hater, I can’t hear you
Bought a new crib with the hill view
Squad god more green than the field do
Holla out, salute to my real troops
Head busting when we come through and peel roof
Got my bitch a new weave, it’s a deal booth
Throwing big green at a steel coupe
Shined up, never need to touch it
And we ain’t filling y’all, like an empty bucket
You fish just text like an empty socket
And I just dropped a fifth so I’m extra nutty
So I burp on my way, no one, no day
The west is behind me like my name Kanye
Fly everyday, no gotty pass
And I came through stunting with a money bag
[Chorus]
Came through stunting with a money bag
Picture me? No, sir! With a Mac, 90 wrap, with a D, sir
Stay course side, with a bitch war
Got bomb money on me if they do call
Fuck, nigger, you don't know me!
When you roll like that, you try to rob me?
If you with me and you don't shoot
Then be man enough not to fucking ask soon
I made a call to a bitch that got a boyfriend
A finger in her pussy, talking to her boyfriend
Got a Porsche in my pocket, all C-Notes
Got a face in my lap, all dick up
Still fuck a bitch in my by-C
Giddyup, on the floor, right beside me
Said a dick in er chest, I told her my bad!
One of you gon'leave with a shit bag
[Chorus]
I roll with my brother when he with me
Put a whole fifth, now the nigger dead
Got a stack eye paired, got a best sale,
I ain't coming out your mouth 'till your boat here
You ain't fucking with me, nigger, you got little money,
I ain't fucking with you neither, being told on me
I am grand on this end, ain't shit a hundred
Put a dope I don't wanna see the troll coming
All you niggers being broke, better tighten up
All you hoes ain't fucking, better bite up
Look how she looking at me, wanna eat a nigger
Them niggers gotta bitch, we the niggers!
Better snap out, or you get left, foul!
Can't get your bitch pregnant, she on death row.
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Monday, January 20, 2014 |
Rich Homie Quan - Walk Thru Lyrics and Video (Ft. Problem)
Artist
Problem,
Rich Homie Quan
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'Walk Thru' Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan Ft. Problem
Here is Walk Thru Lyrics by Rich Homie Quan Ft. Problem
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
People I don't know naw I don’t talk to
Me and Problem in this bitch, he a boss too
Sitting at the round table making boss moves
I done walk thru with Gucci on my feet
Who got more money, you or me?
I’mma walk through usually with my nigga bets believe
That I got the tool on me I done snuck passed security
What the fuck, do you need glasses just to see
Me when I’m coming full speed, got that V12 running
And I’mma jump the fence if I see 12 coming
Even if I were blind, I could still smell money
I can't trust no outside niggas, they could tell on me
I’m the alphabet boy ‘cause I keep an L on me
I smoke good, throwing up my set in your hood, nigga
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
It’s money over here, what you thought, clown?
Play crazy while you high, have you knocked down
No frowns around here, bruh, we all smiles
Giuseppe just dropped, got all styles
Mom set the boy out when I walk through
Scarface before he died this part 2
Have your peoples tell promoters that I'm coming
Park me in the front, leave the shit running, here’s 100, what up?
Flip your bitch like a coin, better call it, nigga
She got a thing for us big dick balling niggas
She bout to rock the boy mic, 'till it feedback
The realest nigga out my city and I mean that
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Ain’t stunting what you saying when I walk through
I got all these hoes staring when I walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
Watch me, watch me, hey, watch me walk through
I done made a few bands when I walk through
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Monday, January 06, 2014 |
Kay Cola - I Want You Lyrics and Video (Ft. Problem)
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'I Want You' Lyrics - Kay Cola ft. Problem
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Siempre vive en mi mente
Y no puedo olvidar
Solamente te quiero a ti
Di me tu secreto
Go ahead and act like you don’t’ know nigga
Love ain’t tryin’ to show me why
I don’t believe that
I read that,you know how many texts I can read back?
I can read back if you sayin’ that you need that
So relax,cause I’m ready,cause I’m ready
So are you,so are you
Go hard in the pain like a ...
And got a gang and do shit ,Ima show it to you
Blessed from the past that you look forward to,look forward to
Hit it from the back ,make it ...
Don’t laugh,I ain’t playin’ ,I ain’t playin’
All this major part that I’m ...
...do my thing and tell it start
You know that so don’t hold back
Yeah,here’s the we ,go ahead,roll and laugh
...I’m tellin’ you I roll back
Like a car,tryin’ to go up the hill
But it stopped ,cause it ain’t got no breaks
Only it is for show , go come down like a real ...
Probably you be talkin’ if your friends didn’t hate on it
Let’s fly
It’s been a while since we’ve been spoken
I’ve been so focused ,didn’t hate me
But when everything is settlin’when niggaz is quite yeah
But Something is tricky
And I can even ,I can say ,boy,
I want you,I want you
Baby you got me life
Girl,that feel is mutual
Kill that body day and day
Somebody queue the funeral
Motherfucker ... you know that ain’t that usual
Right here on the stairs
You keep put it where my food to go
Think about it,you know I’m good with that knowledge
They say you left to college ,hurt my car and got some new knowledge?
Baby girl,I ‘ll be honest ,service comes with this lifestyle ...
And I promise that when you is done with that ,I’m done with that
Keep clean I didn’t want to fuck with that
It was right there ,and the flesh is weak
No time to waste ,baby girl,just let me speak
I know you got to ...that you kind the life
Some...nigga from the birth that you momma like
Hey,you swear I ain’t gonna change ,it might be kinda right
Girl stop tryin’ to fight you know you want this by my side
It’s been a while since we’ve been spoken
I’ve been so focused,it didn’t hate me
But when everything is settlin’
When is quite ...yeah
Something is tricky
And I can’t even ,I can’t say ,boy
I want you,I want you
I could run ,I could fly
I could know my body too,
It don’t matter where I go,I can’t hide from the truth
I confront you ,I tried,but I never follow through
...something always brings me back to you
Baby,tell me,your secret
I,I need it ,baby,tell me your secret
I,I need it
It’s been a while since we’ve been spoken
I’ve been so focused,didn’t hate me
When everything is settlin’,when niggaz ...quite yeah
Something is tricky
And I can’t even,I can’t say,boy
I want you,I want you
Baby,you got me,life
Cut the bullshit,come on!
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Friday, December 20, 2013 |
Eric Bellinger - Aint No Santa Lyrics and Video (Ft. Problem)
Artist
Eric Bellinger,
Problem
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Won’t you come sit on my lap?
And tell me all your things on your wish list!
I already know you’ve been bad
But I still might let you get your way
If you play your cards right
I don’t really care if you’ve been naughty or nice
Hop on my sleigh, we can ride all night!
Sipping… how you ride all night!
Chorus:
Let’s have a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Filled with love and joy and happiness and lots of good cheers
I want you to a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Filled with love and joy and happiness and lots of good cheers
Here’s the boy as.. as the college coming
What stops us, stocks and vodka shots all in my…
The mollie shit that his poppa got,
Daughter spoiled, rotten two
Best plan for all the crew
Momma smokes, so you know I get her leas her zipper too
Easy, the world will jog you if you let them
I bust my ass for the cash,
Kids, it ain’t no Santa
That’s all me!
That’s all me!
What?
Baby, come sit on my lap
I’ll take you around the world in one night
You ain’t gotta…
Cause I’mma have you home by Christmas day!
If you play your cards right
I don’t really care if you’ve been naughty or nice
Hop on my sleigh, we can ride all night!
Sipping… how you ride all night!
Chorus:
Let’s have a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Filled with love and joy and happiness and lots of good cheers
I want you to a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Filled with love and joy and happiness and lots of good cheers
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Tuesday, December 03, 2013 |
Problem - Last Love Lyrics and Video
Artist
Problem
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Problem (yeah)
Chorus:
Girl Im not your last love
Im nothing like your past love
girl Im trying to last love,
but I cant do that witout you
She told me she love me, I sho believed her
she threw that bomb to me like im an Oakland reciever
Body on point, stay sharp as a cleaver, you blow on my reefer she perfers teefas
she bought them Areethras, Franklins everything about her is high maintenance
her last guy tore her heart up, so ever since then she got her guard up
Though I hate puttin up wit all that (uh) Babys too bomb for da boy to fall back
So when she get mad and dont call back I text her "lets take a ride like a car jack"(uh)
and talk about the shit face to face like I know you played n aquired a few snake bites
(yeah) so lets just pull out the bottle your face dont say it, just show it (show it)
Chorus:
Girl Im sorry bout your last love
but I am not your last love
girl dont try to last love,
but I cant do it without you
(yeah, listen to me)
She swear our future is dark as henisey
pimpin's in my blood and she recognize the tendencies
Hold back she aint even at the plate though,
though she love me, the pain she aint down to wait for
Done some wrong and I admitted to that shit
My closet might have more bones than catfish
Man put my tool in a box full of ratches
but you make me (ow) and I aint talkin no cashin love
Girl Im tryin to change the season, yo past is like ya ass
its behind you fo a reason no lookin side to side
your vision ya beat tunnel, fight for yo heart
remind yous a rebel fo real, you no the deal girl
this shit aint fo play (play) hand him down to do whateva it take(take)
(take, take) yea I mean whateva, one mans trash is another mans treasure (fo real)
Chorus:
Girl Im sorry about your last love
but I am not your last love
Girl Im trying to last love
but I cant do it without you
(Without you x4)
(Yeah, break it down)
(Yeah) Girl Im not your last love
(Yeah) Im nothin like your past love
(Yeah) Girl Im trying to last love,
but I cant do it without you (Problem)
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Friday, December 30, 2011 |
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