CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Whatever I Say*
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[Intro]
I need to speak to Mike Laury
Let's do it nigga
Yeah, you got Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flexin'
Whatever I, I
This is the sound
She gon' do whatever I say (Let's go)
They gon' shoot at whatever I say (Let's go)
[Verse 1]
Could tell real from fake
And I can say that spirit ain't nowhere inside of her body
Plenty money, steady comin'
Dressed in all black like I'm Illuminati
Done time through the city
Movin 'round chasin' money, I'ma clock it
Hundred rounds in the Civic
Hundred grand up inside of my pocket
Tearin' the car up, tryna make sure none make it out
I'm who bringin' it in, in a drought
.45, close malls soon as I whip this bitch out
Ain't no way, ain't no aim, hit, spark
She know that I'm ballin'
And she know I'm gon' take some off
But she just want sit 'round me
And with me, help me take it off
Northside where you can meet me, know
Nine out of ten where your life get gone
Ten out of ten where your soul get stole
Guaranteed fact, you ain't makin' it home
Rare young nigga, can't never be cloned
Shorty wit' a nigga 'til the bag all gone
.40 steady clickin 'til the bang out end
Fuck with you, I'm with you through right or wrong
[Chorus]
My space, dangerous I can't have you 'round
Tracin' kisses on your body, found all over
My DNA left all over
No need in wonderin' where I be
In the streets, you can find me
With gunners right behind me
Shooters move out for what I think
Or where I point or where I say
Or figure or I think (I say or think)
[Verse 2]
They gon' shoot where I point or wherever I say
It don't matter...
[Intro]
I need to speak to Mike Laury
Let's do it nigga
Yeah, you got Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flexin'
Whatever I, I
This is the sound
She gon' do whatever I say (Let's go)
They gon' shoot at whatever I say (Let's go)
[Verse 1]
Could tell real from fake
And I can say that spirit ain't nowhere inside of her body
Plenty money, steady comin'
Dressed in all black like I'm Illuminati
Done time through the city
Movin 'round chasin' money, I'ma clock it
Hundred rounds in the Civic
Hundred grand up inside of my pocket
Tearin' the car up, tryna make sure none make it out
I'm who bringin' it in, in a drought
.45, close malls soon as I whip this bitch out
Ain't no way, ain't no aim, hit, spark
She know that I'm ballin'
And she know I'm gon' take some off
But she just want sit 'round me
And with me, help me take it off
Northside where you can meet me, know
Nine out of ten where your life get gone
Ten out of ten where your soul get stole
Guaranteed fact, you ain't makin' it home
Rare young nigga, can't never be cloned
Shorty wit' a nigga 'til the bag all gone
.40 steady clickin 'til the bang out end
Fuck with you, I'm with you through right or wrong
[Chorus]
My space, dangerous I can't have you 'round
Tracin' kisses on your body, found all over
My DNA left all over
No need in wonderin' where I be
In the streets, you can find me
With gunners right behind me
Shooters move out for what I think
Or where I point or where I say
Or figure or I think (I say or think)
[Verse 2]
They gon' shoot where I point or wherever I say
It don't matter...
