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"Whateva Whateva" is a track by Roc Marciano, from the album Marcberg, released 4th May 2010. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Produced by Roc Marciano] [Chorus] Get your shit together Tuck the 4-5th in the leather Get to the cheddar just to live better Get your sweater wet up It felt like a set up When it's on I won't let up Till the lead tear your head up Grown like men, shoot the head up Nigga wit' us it's forever and ever It's whateva whateva [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] True, now what's a man to do? Scramble for loot, phantom in maroon Standin' nude in the tanning room I hand the tool to my my mans (yo hold that) My hands are groomed like a pampered jewel Not to mention I'm one handsome dude Hold a candle to who? You're just a can of food Come with the hammer draw a plan to lose I dismantle your crew then BLAM you in the Marc Buchanan Blue Turn the tube to channel two and there was you Your parents just can't handle the news I stare at the view hearin' the blues It's more than rap, I'm wearin' the shoes I brought the gat, who's wearing the jewels? Now bring the cash out here to my dudes, ugh I pop the air out your balloon and the spare too If I ain't here doing the rearview of the vehicle Or let the shear tear through, yeah true [Chorus] Get your shit together Tuck the 4-5th in the leather Get to the cheddar just to live better Get your sweater wet up It felt like a set up When it's on I won't let up Till the lead tear your head up Grown like men, shoot the head up Nigga wit' us it's forever and ever It's whateva whateva [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] I'm through being nice If we don't see alike you don't see the light You be the type to leave the fight like fleeing mice You're walking on a thin sheet of ice From ten speed bikes to white G5s My life is extra large like my tee size You be in the seat tied, beat Hit with the nine, lie, sleep Time is money, pride and deceit Lies and greed, despising the trees, cheese Wives are cheap, grind in the sheets Your enemies come disguised as your peeps Lines that I read, foul to the teeth Filed from a cheap, twenty five thousand a key Niggas sound funny style to me You'll get found in a pile of leaves, nigga [Chorus] Get your shit together Tuck the 4-5th in the leather Get to the cheddar just to live better Get your sweater wet up It felt like a set up When it's on I won't let up Till the lead tear your head up Grown like men, shoot the head up Nigga wit' us it's forever and ever It's whateva whateva [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Put the pain on a track Put the name on the map I put the flame on your back Shotgun pellets'll rain on your hat But is it the thrill of the chase or the catch? The taste of 'gnac, the face in the mask? The case of stacks, the range or the jag? Nothin' but leather and suede on the ass That's that skippy, woodgrain on the dash The moment is here, I'm blowing a square Close tear left roll in here It got cold in there Bonds are broken in pairs like shares Nike airs, two shooters in a Cavalier Casual gear, dabbled in the crack game Fuck try'na be a tax payer Flash paper, that's a gladiator Daddy, rock that alligator, that's flavor [Chorus] Get your shit together Tuck the 4-5th in the leather Get to the cheddar just to live better Get your sweater wet up It felt like a set up When it's on I won't let up Till the lead tear your head up Grown like men, shoot the head up Nigga wit' us it's forever and ever It's whateva whateva
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