"YEA SURE...WHATEVER" lyrics
Aye
I got bands too
Light up get your Honey Baked 'cause I go ham too
They on my bamboo
At 3 AM when she demand you, what would any man do?
Aye, Marty B, damn you need you a visa
I could fake my death and go flee to Ibiza
Must get her to leave, got no reason to please her
Pimpin' 101, have a seat, let me teach ya
Danny Phantom, just took down a Sam Manson
Handicap, them bitches, can't stand 'em
Grown men fumin' bout to throw a damn tantrum
Every Bill Murray need a Scarlett Johansson (I mean that's true!)
When shit get sticky, pull a candy apple out
Y'all let these labels squat and drop they fanny on ya mouth
I used to sneak in chicas when my family out the house
I heard her shit was Flat, but damn she Stanley just about
I don't judge though, will I pull the plug, no
Search and hit ya whippets, Cindy Lou, im on your snub nose
Never left a love note, feel like I'm above those
Post it on a building while it's falling, hit a shrug pose
Please don't call me twin, you are not my kinfolk
Come now watch me sin, I go where the wind blow
Look at her and him, shopping through the window
I have seen you bent, I'mma spill the pintos
I'm not a stockbroker, don't get knocked over
State fair, take a ride, she my top chauffeur
Live with ghosts in the house, built by October
Steer clear from the demon when I'm not sober
Oh, you've heard about me, huh? So you know my track record
Open Guinness books and point like I'll be breaking that record
Two hand motion on it like she grinding black pepper
Major difference between us is that I simply rap better (I mean)
Peakin' through the blinds, Tommy Shelby
I'm not Harry Manfredini but I might as well be
Chop you up with my zucchini, I be eating healthy
No time to bathe, I gotta rap, hoe, I know you smell me (I know you do)
I've heard it all, on the wall, I'm a fly, huh
Call me Quick Draw McGraw I'mma die, huh
Bloodshot, little eye, what ya spy, huh
How'd I do?
Don't even lie, it was fire, ho
Yeah sure, whatever
Fitted cap back, Fred Durst, whatever
Sandwich kinda life, bread first, whatever
Shallow end, I'm diving head first, whatever
Yeah sure, whatever
As you take that down, ass hurt, whatever
Not even takin' off my sweatshirt, whatever
All my new shit my best work, whatever
I got bands too
Light up get your Honey Baked 'cause I go ham too
They on my bamboo
At 3 AM when she demand you, what would any man do?
Aye, Marty B, damn you need you a visa
I could fake my death and go flee to Ibiza
Must get her to leave, got no reason to please her
Pimpin' 101, have a seat, let me teach ya
Danny Phantom, just took down a Sam Manson
Handicap, them bitches, can't stand 'em
Grown men fumin' bout to throw a damn tantrum
Every Bill Murray need a Scarlett Johansson (I mean that's true!)
When shit get sticky, pull a candy apple out
Y'all let these labels squat and drop they fanny on ya mouth
I used to sneak in chicas when my family out the house
I heard her shit was Flat, but damn she Stanley just about
I don't judge though, will I pull the plug, no
Search and hit ya whippets, Cindy Lou, im on your snub nose
Never left a love note, feel like I'm above those
Post it on a building while it's falling, hit a shrug pose
Please don't call me twin, you are not my kinfolk
Come now watch me sin, I go where the wind blow
Look at her and him, shopping through the window
I have seen you bent, I'mma spill the pintos
I'm not a stockbroker, don't get knocked over
State fair, take a ride, she my top chauffeur
Live with ghosts in the house, built by October
Steer clear from the demon when I'm not sober
Oh, you've heard about me, huh? So you know my track record
Open Guinness books and point like I'll be breaking that record
Two hand motion on it like she grinding black pepper
Major difference between us is that I simply rap better (I mean)
Peakin' through the blinds, Tommy Shelby
I'm not Harry Manfredini but I might as well be
Chop you up with my zucchini, I be eating healthy
No time to bathe, I gotta rap, hoe, I know you smell me (I know you do)
I've heard it all, on the wall, I'm a fly, huh
Call me Quick Draw McGraw I'mma die, huh
Bloodshot, little eye, what ya spy, huh
How'd I do?
Don't even lie, it was fire, ho
Yeah sure, whatever
Fitted cap back, Fred Durst, whatever
Sandwich kinda life, bread first, whatever
Shallow end, I'm diving head first, whatever
Yeah sure, whatever
As you take that down, ass hurt, whatever
Not even takin' off my sweatshirt, whatever
All my new shit my best work, whatever
