Whatever Lyrics - S.d.e. - Cam'ron

I'm in a whip tail smashin' it 

Mase wen't to church, 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, huh flavors, uh 

Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets 

Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman 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, click triggas 

Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures 

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For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife 

We gettin' 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 y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies 

Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get moneyâE 

Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's 

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 

Photos 

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 

To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar 

We gettin' head in the car, whatever 

To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet 

Have 'em lickin' 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 

Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon 

Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; 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, y'all 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 

Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda 

For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife 

We gettin' 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 gettin' head in the car, whatever 

To all my women whippin' a jeep 

Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever 

And I don't care how bad no chick is 

I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever 

Killa, whatever