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๐Ÿ‘ค Problem โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Welcome to Mollywood, Pt. 2 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:30
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โฑ๏ธ 3:30 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

(League of Starz)
(Sorry Jaynari)

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 whaaat
Blow my weed, smash the gas
Then 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 gang like ooh
Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like

Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)

Your 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!?"
Hol' up, 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 lifters, 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?

Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like ooh
Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like

Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That 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 lane, I thought you knew that
Pound half-Raider, 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 of the Locke
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 bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
I'ma slam the scraper

You touch the paper it's go, me I'm just granted for show
These hoes thanking it's snow
I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
Disrespectful? Nigga please, I'm the one with the fetti
I'm going out with a bang, it's Lane on the chain
I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:04.39] (League of Starz)
[00:09.18] (Sorry Jaynari)
[00:20.12] Who dat, talking bout, who dat
[00:23.63] Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black
[00:25.32] Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb
[00:27.11] Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
[00:29.59] The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
[00:32.72] Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
[00:35.53] See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
[00:38.47] Huh, give a fuck like whaaat
[00:41.25] Blow my weed, smash the gas
[00:43.02] Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way different
[00:45.12] Through these thousand dollars frames
[00:47.08] Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain
[00:49.29] Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga
[00:52.30] Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga
[00:56.33] Floating through the city like I'm on a raft nigga
[00:58.76] Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass nigga
[01:01.56] Like what that shit do
[01:03.59] Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
[01:06.12] Banging my gang like ooh
[01:08.38] Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
[01:11.58] Cause we gonna be like
[01:13.07] Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
[01:17.53] Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
[01:22.43] Your money funny you a clown
[01:24.74] The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down
[01:26.77] It depends on how much of that shit I just had
[01:29.55] Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
[01:32.59] Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga's jabs
[01:35.08] Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
[01:37.33] Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
[01:40.46] When I'm done they always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
[01:43.40] Hol' up, word to Master P and Young Bleed
[01:45.47] I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
[01:48.28] 'Cause I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B
[01:50.71] Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
[01:53.77] Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
[01:56.70] P burnin', no Syphilis
[01:58.75] Strap it up, you murder the pussy
[02:01.44] Real beef you don't talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?
[02:04.45] Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
[02:07.67] Banging my gang like ooh
[02:09.77] Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
[02:13.45] Cause we gonna be like
[02:14.77] Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
[02:19.57] Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
[02:24.68] Who dat
[02:26.03] I bet your lady knew that
[02:26.93] She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
[02:28.78] Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that
[02:31.46] Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that
[02:34.22] See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
[02:36.57] Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
[02:39.22] I do it for my bros of the Locke
[02:41.46] Them hoes on stop
[02:42.60] I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
[02:45.27] Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding
[02:47.53] My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
[02:50.26] I'ma slam the scraper
[02:51.66] You touch the paper it's go, me I'm just granted for show
[02:53.71] These hoes thanking it's snow
[02:55.39] I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
[02:57.63] Disrespectful? Nigga please, I'm the one with the fetti
[03:00.42] I'm going out with a bang, it's Lane on the chain
[03:02.87] I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang!
[03:04.22]

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