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letra de whatever - lil flash

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[intro]
this a cb beat
cb on the beat

[chorus]
we ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, foenem ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, foenem ready for whatever
it’s cold in the ‘raq, it’s not december
i use my brain, i’m clever, i been posted up in any weather
foenem ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, boy, please don’t test my temper

[verse 1]
they say lil flash k!llin’ it, well, i say i be k!llin’ her
three hours i was f-cking her, i was off a perc, she kept on squirtin’
got three bad b-tches on my d-ck, i woke up feeling like a boss
jesus piece up on my neck, they hit you with that triple cross
i had to pop a couple xans, the cops outside, i’m paranoid
smokin’ on strong, no steroids, fly as h-ll like elroy
i need mine, gotta get mine back
[?] hit his ass in the back
we catch his mans, it’s a brand new pack
smokin’ dope in the back of the bag
poppin’ out every day with bronem but they still [?]
[?] pick me up from the ‘burbs but he was all the way on the [?]
gotta ride low-key with the slam, i ain’t tryna be up in the can
foenem poppin’ just like a can
[chorus]
we ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, foenem ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, foenem ready for whatever
it’s cold in the ‘raq, it’s not december
i use my brain, i’m clever, i been posted up in any weather
foenem ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, boy, please don’t test my temper

[verse 2]
i was gettin’ off that dope smoke
too much dope smoke in my lungs, i ain’t even know where i was goin’
i was flowin’, i was glowin’, i was high, i was bloated
off the f-ckin’ codeine syrup, sippin’ red, ain’t sippin’ purple
they gon’ huddle for this money, this b-tch gon’ cuddle with me for money
that work come back just like a bungee, what you doin’? you up to nothin’
what you on? you ain’t up to somethin’, no, i ain’t bendin’, no, i ain’t budgin’
no, we ain’t slidin’ if we ain’t buzzin’, i ain’t gon’ pipe her if she don’t wanna f-ck me
it’s just me and bronem, smokin’ dope, gettin’ high with foenem
[?] and they scorin’, no limit with me, yeah, they blowin’
cap or die, boy, you ain’t on sh-t
get to blowin’ if you with that foe sh-t
smokin’ dope, gettin’ high, gettin’ bread
i’ma have to burn that toast, sh-t
[chorus]
we ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, foenem ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, foenem ready for whatever
it’s cold in the ‘raq, it’s not december
i use my brain, i’m clever, i been posted up in any weather
foenem ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
we ready for whatever, boy, please don’t test my temper

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