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Whatever
Hip-Hop/Rap
Whatever was released on October 31, 2019 by G.R.I.N.D. Team Entertainment as a part of the album South Side Sunday School
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Release DateOctober 31, 2019
LabelG.R.I.N.D. Team Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Logan Kenner
Frederick Logan Kenner
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bound with the bros, hope this shit, hold together
Good on touchin' tender, every number, every letter
If I'm goin' down, there's some things I couldn't tell her
**** turned around, let me down, that was seldom
Hands was showin' palms, what's a lot and I was helpless
God had made my heart too damn big, I couldn't help it
Did what I'm supposed to, **** gettin' jealous
Get it off the water, send it back, **** sell it
I'm from the ends where the boys don't wait
All of my bros, Want Knots, Don't waste
Know I'm built to last, but that's not my place
Prayer over prey, bitch, don't watch my plate
Or you be there,
It's the back I need you watching, Gotta be there,
They respond in residential We don't speed there,
They in route, Slow it down, Like we stay there,
Resume Got extensive, I was good in the town
All my good was gettin' greater, they don't want me around
The wrong stare escalate, you know how I get down
A **** tone elevate, you know how I get down, yeah
Bound to the bros, Hope this shit hold together
Good on touchin' tender, every number, every letter
If I'm goin' down, there's some things I couldn't tell her
**** stayed around, let me down, that was seldom
**** watch me, say they got me, yeah, whatever
Know your copy gettin' sloppy, it's whatever
Know I pop out with the posse, yeah, whenever
Only got me, then I got me, it's whatever
Bro had copped a whip, bent the whip, hit a U-ie
Shawty banged my line, with requests, tryna use me
Rage on the enemy, We was bumpin' Uzi
Count the brother's hands, let me do it, cause he need me
When he touch that paper, he ain't count that back
Nowadays, **** ain't got trust like that
When the strips are blue, it's a rush like that
So when I see you on collection, better rush right back
There was no relax, No Masseuse in the back 'Lacs
Thar had roam the roads, in the ends when we had a snack
Metal arms for the Mortal Kombat, in the back was Jax
On the arms, lookin' for the cereal, no Apple Jax
If he steal the crumb, put the bread on his head
Know the dog sick, but he also a vet
I Ain't seen his face, I won't help with the sketch
Most the bros locs, but I'm good with the Red
Bound with the bros, hope this shit, hold it together
Good on touch and tender, every number, every letter
If I'm goin' down, there's some things I couldn't tell her
**** stayed around, let me down, that was seldom
**** watch me, say they got me, yeah, whatever
Know your copy gettin' sloppy, it's whatever
Know I pop out with a posse, yeah, whenever
Only got me, then I got me, it's whatever
When he touch that paper, he ain't count that back
Nowadays, **** ain't got trust like that
When the strips are blue, it's a rush like that
So when I see you on collection, better rush right back
Written by: Frederick Logan Kenner
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