Whatever Cuz (feat. Goldie Locc)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:31 duration
๐ ID: 26238730
๐ Lyrics
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
Massive, manmade, murderous music
Monumental, militia, my magnificent movement
Behind the curtain, workin' like [?]
Makin' for sure, for certain
My stock go up when I'm murkin' you're worthless
You ain't a real shooter, you ain't no fuckin' [?]
The only clips you got are posted on the Internet
I use a sledgehammer, tie you to a chair
Make you bleed with it, swing at your face, chest, and knees with it
Yeah
Now you lookin' like ground beef
Only identified by a couple of found teeth
Focus on what you find, mastermind, meticulous
Wait 'till the right time, there will be no witnesses
Murder cycle is vicious, niggas embracing gettin' shot in hip hop
Like it's part of the business
Knock a hole in your head from a distance
Gangsta rules of engagement can lead to a rep
Or an early arraignment
Fuck it!
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
It's the [?]
Hannibalistic I'm sick, twisted, sadistic
Real talk, the bossman of the henchman
51-50, 'till the cops come get me
Took my own momma up to replace her broke kidney
The first person seemed like your life
I was gon' gut [?] cop with this dull ass knife
Momma, I'm hearing voices burning through the burning bushes
I won't be satisfied 'til I see the blood come gushing
The price you gotta pay for everybody laughing at me
Beat up on my momma, then she take it out on me
I'm at the pawn shop, tryin' to buy a shotgun
Step up out this motherfucker crip he on one
Momma like, "Get yo ass outta there
I was wrong for what I did, but Daddy didn't care
My neighbors didn't know I had a morgue in the basement
Start the movie over, I'm supposed to be in placement
I'm tripping"
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
I'm so available, dial me I'm reliable
I promise my clients, The bodies [?]
Gotta undeniable urge, fire on the first [?]
Think you might'a heard, we'll stuff you in a hurt locker
Murder for hire, maniacal, live wire
Like it, tie it
You never head the four-letter word I live by
Try walking in an alley, homey, phoney, you might die
'Cause it's a, super[?]
Your foolish pride got the reaper standin' right by your side
And then a homicide happens, clappin' and cappin' and head tappin'
I'm strapped in the [?]
With [?] for the bread that I'm stackin'
Who's the next victim?
Say your prayer for him
We got his picture, I bet his momma used to adore him
I'll send her flowers later, she'll find him hours later
There's no power greater than breaking a hater's sole flavor
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
Massive, manmade, murderous music
Monumental, militia, my magnificent movement
Behind the curtain, workin' like [?]
Makin' for sure, for certain
My stock go up when I'm murkin' you're worthless
You ain't a real shooter, you ain't no fuckin' [?]
The only clips you got are posted on the Internet
I use a sledgehammer, tie you to a chair
Make you bleed with it, swing at your face, chest, and knees with it
Yeah
Now you lookin' like ground beef
Only identified by a couple of found teeth
Focus on what you find, mastermind, meticulous
Wait 'till the right time, there will be no witnesses
Murder cycle is vicious, niggas embracing gettin' shot in hip hop
Like it's part of the business
Knock a hole in your head from a distance
Gangsta rules of engagement can lead to a rep
Or an early arraignment
Fuck it!
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
It's the [?]
Hannibalistic I'm sick, twisted, sadistic
Real talk, the bossman of the henchman
51-50, 'till the cops come get me
Took my own momma up to replace her broke kidney
The first person seemed like your life
I was gon' gut [?] cop with this dull ass knife
Momma, I'm hearing voices burning through the burning bushes
I won't be satisfied 'til I see the blood come gushing
The price you gotta pay for everybody laughing at me
Beat up on my momma, then she take it out on me
I'm at the pawn shop, tryin' to buy a shotgun
Step up out this motherfucker crip he on one
Momma like, "Get yo ass outta there
I was wrong for what I did, but Daddy didn't care
My neighbors didn't know I had a morgue in the basement
Start the movie over, I'm supposed to be in placement
I'm tripping"
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
I'm so available, dial me I'm reliable
I promise my clients, The bodies [?]
Gotta undeniable urge, fire on the first [?]
Think you might'a heard, we'll stuff you in a hurt locker
Murder for hire, maniacal, live wire
Like it, tie it
You never head the four-letter word I live by
Try walking in an alley, homey, phoney, you might die
'Cause it's a, super[?]
Your foolish pride got the reaper standin' right by your side
And then a homicide happens, clappin' and cappin' and head tappin'
I'm strapped in the [?]
With [?] for the bread that I'm stackin'
Who's the next victim?
Say your prayer for him
We got his picture, I bet his momma used to adore him
I'll send her flowers later, she'll find him hours later
There's no power greater than breaking a hater's sole flavor
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey
When I get to clappin' don't get the runnin on me
It's whatever, cuz
How you want it homey