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Tytuł: Whatever

  • Wykonawca: Cam'ron
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   I'm in a whiptail smashin' it
  Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it
  Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit
  Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
  Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this
  Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh
  Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets
  Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus
  Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
  Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
  But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
  I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted
  Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
  Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas
  Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures
  
  [Chorus]
  For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
  We getting head tonight (Whatever)
  To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call
  Get his money and ball (Whatever)
  
  Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
  Cats fuck with me cause I tell, "Let's get money"
  Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
  Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20
  Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary
  You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury
  I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano
  And my girls they be blessin' me first
  Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt
  And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt
  Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt
  Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick
  I need a "Here ma, goof this in your pussy" chick
  All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy
  LADIES TAKE IT EASY
  
  [Chorus]
  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
  We getting head in the car (Whatever)
  To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet
  Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever)
  
  Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em
  Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
  Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women
  Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
  Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes
  I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
  If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
  Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
  Have with a pie in they're oven
  Shit, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen
  No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
  Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
  I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes
  I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent
  My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent
  Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo
  Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda
  
  [Chorus]
  For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
  We getting head tonight (Whatever)
  To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call
  Get his money and ball (Whatever)
  
  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
  We getting head in the car (Whatever)
  To all my women whippin' a Jeep
  Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever)
  
  And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet
  (Whatever) Killa (Whatever)