Who Want Some Lyrics
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All I got is trouble, most of n-ggas know me
Pistols in the duffle, everybody looking forward eh…
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
Flyest in the city, all I do is ride
Everybody get it, think I’m lying to distract
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
Aye you come in here with the bullsh-t
And when you see me holla at me if you want it b-tch
You come in here with the bullsh-t
And when you see me holla at me if you want some n-gga
I’m Trouble Man, stay in trouble, trouble’s all I know
I snort it no 40-40, fit in all of my clothes
I love the hustle, but trust no one, I’m countin all of my dough
Imagine city, stacks of 20’s, then it’s all I throw
You better now what that be cuz they all my folk
I do a party, hundred G to the mall I go
This slow flow bought the full flow
Mention I in Cali got a matte black Rover bulletproof to nally
Chicken n-gga here say he better than me
Man if they really wanna be, I leave him dead he can be
I’m back up in this b-tch with 2 OG, what they wanna do?
I shoot a n-gga, catch a phase and beat it in a monocle leggo
All I got is trouble, most of n-ggas know me
Pistols in the duffle, everybody looking forward eh…
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
Flyest in the city, all I do is ride
Everybody get it, think I’m lying to distract
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
Aye you come in here with the bullsh-t
And when you see me holla at me if you want it b-tch
You come in here with the bullsh-t
And when you see me holla at me if you want some n-gga
A million dollar train sh-t, so big it’s a shame
Million that’s to hang with n-ggas out there dealing cocaine
Just can’t mane, you know I ain’t finna deal with no lame
Still I catch me a Benny, I’m sittin in them things
Walkin out the thing to throw them, junk is all on my chain
My address and my ensemble, that spot all on my chain
Then play the games if you want to, all my n-gga with it
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We can bang if you want to, let all the n-ggas get it
I’m probation and I’m waitin for a n-gga to jump
You get respect in the crowd, n-gga pull barrel I don’t
Like ain’t he learn from that time that he done did it in the pen
Man hear these skinny n-ggas all talkin bout pistols again
All I got is trouble, most of n-ggas know me
Pistols in the duffle, everybody looking forward eh…
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
Flyest in the city, all I do is ride
Everybody get it, think I’m lying to distract
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
You circled that how many times? Have you n-gga forgot?
I get locked up, get out on top whether you like it or not
Letter of remember from my fan came, now I was a head case
To the n-gga neighborhood, tell him bring the other tape
I calmed down for my kids and my mom now
Run up on them sucka n-ggas, you can put your arms down
And FYI: I never put my arms down
Tell the ATF I got 3 more, 3 80’s left
All I got is trouble, most of n-ggas know me
Pistols in the duffle, everybody looking forward eh…
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
Flyest in the city, all I do is ride
Everybody get it, think I’m lying to distract
Who want some? Who want some?
You know everybody get it if he want some
Aye you come in here with the bullsh-t
And when you see me holla at me if you want it b-tch
You come in here with the bullsh-t
And when you see me holla at me if you want some n-gga
Trouble Man like give me a beer partner, yea
Bounce back like a rubber band n-gga, have a bank roll n-gga
Boing eh
Ya’ll n-ggas thought it was over with n-gga
You goddamn couldn’t be more motherf-ckin mistakin, you understand that?
n-gga I’m thinkin of takin this b-tch with the big homie
DJ 2, n-gga what’s happenin?
Yea n-gga, west side, n-ggas all 1’s on 4’s n-gga you understand that?
Yea, n-ggas turn the heat up in here, what’s happenin?
n-gga up in here, what it do?
Yea, tell me to roll, n-gga Blood House n-gga I see you
Yea
Yea n-gga
n-gga n-gga they can stay and catch me n-gga
I’m still ridin down the same streets in the Lou V n-gga, that’s all partner
But that wet n-gga
Click click pow, ain’t nothing changed n-gga
Think I’m lyin as you motherf-cker want to
I’m on probation n-gga
I’m on probation n-gga
You know what that mean don’t you?
Big bank rolls and new 4x4’s n-gga
Yea, Trouble Man n-gga aye!
