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Blac Haze - Like What lyrics
Featuring Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz] Come On (8X) Uh Uh Yeah Yeah Uh Uh Like What Peter Gunz Like What, Like What The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What Blac Haze Like What, Like What The Lord Tariq is Like What [Peter Gunz] Niggas hear the name niggas run Opposite bitches hear the name bitches come Soak a little sun in the south with Blac Haze Prepare myself as I brace for Blac Daze These motherfuckers don't understand me and my man Set niggas more quicker than sand From the BX, double park the GS, get the fuck out Cock your gun back in time for the BS Talk a lot of shit, but you can't blame me You didn't know I'm rollin with the EKG South Beach gettin my piece from a Doms And me cause the trick, like the way a nigga rhymes So I prime, in a bruise spine Poppin a six, getting another bicking bruise in mine I shine like sun, first like one Blow the fuck up,because another verse like none Just Gunz, let the name echo for life Because I still put this sliding dick up in your wife Chorus: repeat 2X Like What Peter Gunz Like What, Like What The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What Blac Haze Like What, Like What The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What [Lord Tariq] Fuck the money, is long now, the crew is strong now Guess its safe to say I'm on now Run through your town, with the four pound Bust the door down, and lay your law down With fake badges, posing as cops, we'll put a hole in your knot I roll through your block, holding or not, we molded a rock Thats bigger than creditials, what I'm into I killed you and I meant to Be glad for for the flower that a motherfucker sent you While I was high, when I bent you fucking I got things to see, people to do There's places to be, there's bitches to screw So make a who you, I'm killing your crew, I'm living a view A place where killas kill killas, and I'm iller than you I'm realer than you, straight forward like Kobe Y'all niggas can't hold me from quite a thug, a new age, Monticoly Rock sounds like David Bowie, my rocks ain't music. I front a mic to the streets, however you gonna do it I'm runnin em through, gunnin em to it I let you front with your fluent I got a flow, and y'all waters a little shorter You caught me like style, and I'm holding a key And with a gun I'm quite wow You should be rollin with me motherfucker Chorus [Blac Haze] I got my niggas Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz Blac Haze representin, I be the one Niggas better peep game, and fly straight From the Florida Keys, to the Tri-State Make it hot motherfucker, ya'll heat up EKG cause they stay weeded up Watchin real motherfuckers beat it up Like What like a nine sweet as what Bitch made ass niggas, yes we blast Lord and Pete Blac Haze, in the E-class Playin hatin motherfuckers, getting buck wild from the bottom Still screamin up top you want some other shit Niggas die scared stressed North to South we fuckin up the mid-west Semi Falls, some bitch niggas butter cheese Blac Haze I made this for the G's Straight national, where my niggas in a six? You ask Amaru do bitches suck dicks? Do niggas turn tricks? And asses die? Don't waste you fucking time trying to ask about Chorus: Like What (6X) ~Fade |
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