Remy Ma - Whuteva Lyrics

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Chorus

Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up (Man, man)

It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva
See if the God say get her imma get her
I'll have her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her
The only reason I hit her was she kept talkin' greasy
Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be
See I'm R to tha Ez, its mid-summer got on long sleeves 'cause my arms is freezin'

I gets fly for no reason, see I got money but its always robbin' season

See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz, the girl is sick and please believe, that imma start, see every damn night I ball, ma jewles is blue and grey like Seton Hall

Chorus

Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up (Man, man)

It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva

Yea see Rem is a monster, I'm raps MVP the star on the roster
Officially a boogie-down Bronxer, Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia

My shits so butter they should call me Marge
And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge
And whateva I say goes, so if I say NO, don't ask why just assume its because I say SO

I've been doin it too long, ain't nothin' new to me, I'll run through ur lil' gated community

You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper, I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up

Chorus

Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up (Man, man)

It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva

See this goes out to my Bx crew, put your hands up in the air if you feel me

F**k em' all day, f**k em' all night, treat n***as like hoes
It's whateva like a four long blaze, and I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn

People tryin' to make shit to make n***as bop, I make shit they play that get n***as shot

Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup
And you already know the rules don't apply to us
We gon' do what we do, it's whateva 2 f**k
We got the fly shit here we go, drivin' backwards down the one like Big in the hypnotized video

Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, now everybody light your lighters

Chorus

Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up
Put your right hand up (Man, man)

It's whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, it's whateva

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