Whatever

Icewear Vezzo

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Pour the lean up 


Real sipper 

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Hmm  


Verse
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All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I'll spend whatever hmm 

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Maybach curtains got cheddar these hoes gon' fuck for whatever yeah 

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I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada bitch I'll do whatever 

                                    D7 
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters so it's fuck whoever 


Chorus

Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 


Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 


Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever yeah 


Verse

Trust no bitch 

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Ain't cuffin' no bitch ain't lovin' no bitch 


Flood on my wrist 


Gun on my hip 

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Gotta hold up my blick while she suckin' my dick 


Bustdown Patek spent two hunnid racks 

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We cool in the trap three hundred my kit 


Hundred don't mix 


I be on tip we lit 

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You ain't gang who the fuck are you with 


Ice that's water 


Hit it with the fent' go harder 

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Maybach we ain't pushin' no Chargers 


I go retarded 


Pour up the Wock' in pops 

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Love thots I be fuckin' on Barbies 

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Fly like Tha Carter 

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Put on that shit Dior Prada 


Ain't got a department 


I be with Marcy 

                                     D7 
All of the shooters and trappers and robbers 


And niggas with charges 


Pull up in Rolls 


Open your spot and we close it 

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Deep dish the Forgis on 'Raris 


A pole in the party 


Brought all my jewelry lil' nigga 

    D7 
Got no big homie apart 


I flex for the 'Gram 


Got it off mud no scams 

     D7 
Five M's yeah I'm up like I'm Carti 


Five bucks for the Carti's 


Icy them buffies is sparky 

     D7 
Pour up got a cup full of Wocky nigga 

                             D 
All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I'll spend whatever hmm 


Maybach curtains got cheddar 

      D7 
These hoes gon' fuck for whatever yeah 

                             D7 
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada bitch I'll do whatever 

                                    D7 
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters so it's fuck whoever 


Chorus

Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 


Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 


Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever yeah 


Verse

Yeah I sip whatever 

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That red that purple that yellow whenever wherever 


I'm stackin' my cheddar yeah 

                D7 
And I keep that stick on me like I'm a motherfuckin' rebel 

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Yeah I'm a gogetter ayy 

                   D7 
This bitch poppin' pussy right after she pop her a Tesla 


Yeah whole 'nother level uh 

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This bitch tryna eat me alive and you know I'ma let her 

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Yeah they call me Glizock all capital letters 

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Yeah can't go to sleep 'less my chop on the dresser 


My bitch brung a bitch back and told me undress her 

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Jesus piece on when I talk to the devil 


Yeah we buy the lean by the pint and don't measure 

    D7 
Ayy two twin Glocks like Hansel and Gretel 


Drums like a rock band this heavy metal 

D7 
Young niggas with me they hot as a kettle 


Yeah yeah they 'bout whatever uh 

D7 
Young niggas with me they hot as a kettle 


Yeah yeah they with whatever uh 

D7 
And I got money all over my schedule bitch 

                             D 
All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch 

                            D7 
And I'll spend whatever hmm  


Maybach curtains got cheddar 

      D7 
These hoes gon' fuck for whatever yeah 

                             D7                           D 
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada bitch I'll do whatever  

                                    D7 
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters so it's fuck whoever 


Chorus
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 Whatever whatever 


Whatever whatever whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 


Whatever whatever 

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Whatever whatever whatever whatever 


Whatever whatever 


Outro
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Whatever whatever whatever whatever yeah   


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