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Whatever, Whenever
(专辑: Lost Jewlry - 2013)
[Intro:] Yeah... Fly shit, man Word up, man It's that old motherfucking laid back and... Leaning back on that good old alpaca In the
back of the
vehicle and shit Counting up motherfucking 68 thousand Two motherfucking vests on the
floor Got mad reefer in the
ash tray Police put 17 cars away You already know, man, shit is realer [Verse 1:] Threw on the
Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta 'Bout to hit the
ghetto, hard-body bring the
kettle Niggas is drinking and gambling, all you see is hammers in my corner Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas 7-50 new blue, this is my lady She stay playing suits, mad cute, two 3-80s And her cousin, a
police who live in the
east I
knew him from the
fifth grade, he definitely a
beast A
thug smuggling cop who live in the
'hood Plus he rock a
lot of Carharttt, Braveheart, die hard The
day I
seen him, was the
day they tried to rob him They pulled out a
flare gun, they shot out his charger Yo, beast started simmering at dice games and pubs Niggas running up in alleyways getting mugged Niggas lucky, 'cause them other niggas butt I
sat back, calm as fuck, enter the
conference [Hook:] Whatever, whenever Just keep that thing up on you Wherever, whenever Whatever, whenever Just keep that thing up on you Wherever, whenever [Bridge:] Show 'em how we position, all of the
shit glisten Stones flooded the
Smith &, liquor, I'm reminiscing Fiends are still sniffing, sons are still in prison My pen is still scripting all of them ghetto visions [Verse 2:] They gave me the
contract, came where Moms is at Left a
Audi 8-6 in the
driveway with the
mack Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses Two polaroid pictures in front of his brother's Benzes His sisters was some hustling dykes, bullying niggas Riding around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses Hit the
stash box – right there, a
hundred in cash Left a
blue steel muzzle in the
glove box, yikes 4: 40 that morning, it's foggy, I'm under the
Gotti Louis jumper jacket, hunting hat, cocky Mad 'cause I
ain't fuck that morning I
had a
Korean-Malaysian black sister with a
thunder back riding me Made it to the
balcony part Tossed the
rope around the
big lion head statue, Climbed up remarkably Right by the
window, they there Took a
glance through, they covered in Versace covers, Fucking in the
mirror Couldn't see the
faces, heard the
moans Drawers hung off the
chair, cocked the
chrome Emptied the
barrel, all you saw was goose down flying The
trigger felt like wind, it was two bitches lying there... [Hook] [Bridge]
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