| Get your shit together
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| Tuck the 4−5th in the leather
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| Get to the cheddar just to live better
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| Get your sweater wet up
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| It felt like a set up
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| When it’s on I won’t let up
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| Till the lead tear your head up
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| Grown like men, shoot the head up
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| Nigga wit' us it’s forever and ever
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| It’s whateva whateva
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| True, now what’s a man to do?
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| Scramble for loot, phantom in maroon
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| Standin' nude in the tanning room
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| I hand the tool to my my mans (yo hold that)
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| My hands are groomed like a pampered jewel
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| Not to mention I’m one handsome dude
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| Hold a candle to who? |
| You’re just a can of food
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| Come with the hammer draw a plan to lose
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| I dismantle your crew then BLAM you in the Marc Buchanan Blue
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| Turn the tube to channel two and there was you
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| Your parents just can’t handle the news
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| I stare at the view hearin' the blues
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| It’s more than rap, I’m wearin' the shoes
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| I brought the gat, who’s wearing the jewels?
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| Now bring the cash out here to my dudes, ugh
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| I pop the air out your balloon and the spare too
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| If I ain’t here doing the rearview of the vehicle
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| Or let the shear tear through, yeah true
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| Get your shit together
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| Tuck the 4−5th in the leather
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| Get to the cheddar just to live better
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| Get your sweater wet up
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| It felt like a set up
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| When it’s on I won’t let up
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| Till the lead tear your head up
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| Grown like men, shoot the head up
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| Nigga wit' us it’s forever and ever
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| It’s whateva whateva
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| I’m through being nice
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| If we don’t see alike you don’t see the light
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| You be the type to leave the fight like fleeing mice
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| You’re walking on a thin sheet of ice
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| From ten speed bikes to white G5s
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| My life is extra large like my tee size
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| You be in the seat tied, beat
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| Hit with the nine, lie, sleep
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| Time is money, pride and deceit
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| Lies and greed, despising the trees, cheese
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| Wives are cheap, grind in the sheets
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| Your enemies come disguised as your peeps
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| Lines that I read, foul to the teeth
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| Filed from a cheap, twenty five thousand a key
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| Niggas sound funny style to me
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| You’ll get found in a pile of leaves, nigga
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| Get your shit together
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| Tuck the 4−5th in the leather
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| Get to the cheddar just to live better
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| Get your sweater wet up
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| It felt like a set up
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| When it’s on I won’t let up
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| Till the lead tear your head up
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| Grown like men, shoot the head up
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| Nigga wit' us it’s forever and ever
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| It’s whateva whateva
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| Put the pain on a track
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| Put the name on the map
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| I put the flame on your back
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| Shotgun pellets’ll rain on your hat
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| But is it the thrill of the chase or the catch?
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| The taste of 'gnac, the face in the mask?
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| The case of stacks, the range or the jag?
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| Nothin' but leather and suede on the ass
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| That’s that skippy, woodgrain on the dash
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| The moment is here, I’m blowing a square
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| Close tear left roll in here
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| It got cold in there
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| Bonds are broken in pairs like shares
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| Nike airs, two shooters in a Cavalier
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| Casual gear, dabbled in the crack game
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| Fuck try’na be a tax payer
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| Flash paper, that’s a gladiator
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| Daddy, rock that alligator, that’s flavor
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| Get your shit together
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| Tuck the 4−5th in the leather
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| Get to the cheddar just to live better
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| Get your sweater wet up
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| It felt like a set up
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| When it’s on I won’t let up
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| Till the lead tear your head up
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| Grown like men, shoot the head up
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| Nigga wit' us it’s forever and ever
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| It’s whateva whateva |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whateva Whateva, artist - Roc Marciano. Album song Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп