PROBLEM

PROBLEM - Dollaz & Sense (Freestyle) lyrics

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Ft. Childish Gambino

(Intro)

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(Verse: Problem)

Nigga, I'm from Compton, waddup, Quick! You my nigga, bo

Doin' 80 a figure-roll, condition is critical

I can't get caught slippin', buy my phones on the pole

Boy, I been sippin', chow to my nigga feelin'

I'm not trippin' even on sale day

Big Nig', Lou Lop, Big Nose and LG

Dice games on the 100 and second to main

I lose, I hit dark, then come back and try to crack em again

Way before I hit the trafficking game

Nowadays I'm just trafficking game

You betta get some! Get that away before I hit some

Pop, blood drivin' bitch niggas crazy

Eat a ball of shit before a bitch nigga play me

Ballin', bitch, try and play me!

Coby, KD, the late stuff in the club A stuff

Tat it from the waist up, fault like a drape stuck

Ah ah ah ah, that's for real, and how I need a pill

Independent, gettin' skrilla, I don't need a deal

Bank a killin' wheel, two seg, need been a drill

And a nigga been this here for a long time

Pussies want a problem? Get in that long line!

Get that long line, yeah yeah, long line

Run it wrong? You'd be done in six seconds, no vines

Aye, ye ougtha come ova, she be there in no time

Like a watch list, it's show time, hoe, watch this!

If I call you for me to come ova

I'm comin' 2 stick, chop-sticks

Pull it out, she lock lips

Yeah, lemme hit it bare and I might give it some head

Think I ? I'mma do it like a dare

Money Gang be the gang and I bang it like a snare

Bow down to no man, I'mma bard, no ?

Reppin', West Side steppin'

East Side my state, with three k's I dre

I'm an outkast, hunnid hmmm in the out stash

Wolves take you out with the right cash

And I ain't talkin' bout no daeggers

Birthday love cake as much as bug love saint(?)

You Got Served! In every way possible

Shit get hostile, I get called in on the hospital

So don't be bangin' under false pretense

Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(Hook break)

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(Cause I ain't playin' with yo punk ass boy)

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(Diamond lane, everythang, Money Gang, we winnin')

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(Waddup, Problem?)

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(The Los Angeles Leakers)

(Verse 2: Childish Gambino)

Now look who came up in this bitch

It's mr. Look Like Shit, but I know he rich

Get at me, I thought you muthafuckas be happy

But they not, cause they took a backseat like a taxi

I'm the last kid kid, home alone so often

But I had to come back to my Cali like Caulkin'

I was born out here, then I moved out there

Nigga check my core, man, this shit ain't fair

I gotta try to allegory Fado and Problem

So you know I'm in the hood just like I'm a cobra

High thought, check the app, I'm hanging with cold ones

Man, that be no goin' off, I thought that I told you

Before the ? clothes, and the Crenshaw mall

I used to date this flat girl with a place in the Dauntons

We used to cruise Leimert Park in a beemer

Love a Cali girl so much, have you seen her?!

Shout out to Latinas, look at all these hineys

We know is the highest, niggas know I'm challenge

I be on that wild shit and she down to roll

Ate her pussy like a sushi teriyaki bowl

Aye, yo, Problem! (Waddup!) This a diss track, right?

Fuck you, fuck you! You're cool, you can't rap!

You need help, you all industry hype

Most of these niggas are aight, none of them holdin' the light

To me wrongs are white, the cheese like it was 93'

After the rise, niggas was violent

Spread the lime, I took the L shit

Wasn't silent, tho

Middle finger crossed up, niggas, now you know

For real

(Hook break)

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(Real orgy night, for real, man, for real)

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense)

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(Compton Ghetto on ya, that's round up)

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

(The Los Angeles Leakers)

(Outro)

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