W.h.w. Lyrics - Slow Motion, Vol. 1 - Jarren Benton

I'm like whatever 

We like whatever 

(K-K-Kato on the track, bitch) 

She like whatever 

I say whatever, however, whatever 

I'm like whatever, however, whatever 

We like whatever, however, whatever 

She like whatever, however, whatever 

I say whatever, however, whatever 

Pull up on that nigga for that money like whatever 

Pull up on your bitch only for the night, however 

We can shoot it out, we can fight this, whatever 

Whatever, however, whatever 

Okay, I'm back like fat bitch at a buffet 

My God, Mister Benton, you're the shit I must say 

Kill them all and then I peel off in the Mustang 

Niggas ain't shit, but a towel bowl stain 

Death to the label, disappointing y'all lames 

Fuck an AK, I'll probably stick a fork in yo brains 

Excuse me, bitch, while I powder my nose 

While I'm gone to the bar tell them bring more drinks 

Bullshit walks, the money talks 

After I hit the pussy, ho, you have a funny walk 

I ain't your average nigga with a gun and malt liquor 

Hit a motherfucker, like a thunderbolt 

I'm not a human being, I'm a poltergeist 

Shoot a nigga, pop a wheelie on a motorbike 

That bitch said you couldn't poke it right 

So she lay the poker face, like it's poker night 

I came turnt down 

Loud, got my head spinning like a turn style 

Let the booth on fire, let the bitch burn down 

Get it ho niggas, while the bitch perm out 

My niggas on weed, liquor, syrup, and dust 

Remember? Motherfuckers never loved us 

It's the 9536, niggas get bucked 

Throw a chair at a motherfucker, tear the club up 

I'm like whatever, however, whatever 

We like whatever, however, whatever 

She like whatever, however, whatever 

I say whatever, however, whatever 

Pull up on that nigga for that money like whatever 

Pull up on your bitch only for the night, however 

We can shoot it out, we can fight this, whatever 

Whatever, however, whatever 

Okay, it's whatever, nigga, it can get ugly 

Pull up in yo hood in a fucking dune buggie 

Knock the horse off yo polo bugby 

Couple screws loose, bitch, I'm so nutty 

Ya, ditch digga for a bitch nigga 

Fuck around and get disfigured 

Get witter if I mix liquor 

Throwing deuces at a whore, if she's not a dick licker 

Sipping 1800 Silver 

Bitch nigga better get familiar, Imma kill for my la familia 

Put them in a trunk, [?] 

Bullets ring out, like I'm out in Syria 

East side, 'til I'm floating in the deep sea 

Pull up on a nigga get to [?] 

Throw a rapper off of high flights, watch his body fly 

His body parts flip apart down of Fleet Street 

Let a mark try me, like Dej Loaf 

Turn his motherfucking brains in the egg yolk 

Yeah, ho, you the type to let the feds know 

Surrounded by a bunch of snake niggas like deathstroke 

My niggas on weed, liquor, syrup, and dust 

Remember? Motherfuckers never loved us 

It's the 9536, niggas get bucked 

Throw a chair at a motherfucker, tear the club up 

I'm like whatever, however, whatever 

We like whatever, however, whatever 

She like whatever, however, whatever 

I say whatever, however, whatever 

Pull up on that nigga for that money like whatever 

Pull up on your bitch only for the night, however 

We can shoot it out, we can fight this, whatever 

Whatever, however, whatever 

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