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it's whatever - joeville lyrics

[intro]
her friends piped up
her friends piped up
got her best friend yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
pull up for the h*ll of it
turn up on her birthday
you can’t even tell her sh*t
she about to twerk some
drop it, shake it, make it spin
pop it for a florida boy
girl don’t leave no evidence
it’s whatever b*tch
you ain’t with that settle sh*t
rubber band stacks only
she don’t want that other sh*t
she about to twerk some
drop it, shake it, make it spin
pop it for a florida boy
girl don’t leave no evidence

screaming
it’s whatever b*tch
got her best friend yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
spend a couple hundred on it
it’s whatever b*tch
got her homegirl yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
got her best friend yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
[verse 1: joeville]
im’a fan let me see you pull ya dress up
put you on the night stand
condoms in the dresser
turn up with a candle
i’ll light yo whole night up
rock em if he touch you
im’a lover & a fighter
that only fans sh*t
finna pay her bills now
can yo ass be patient
i’m get to a mill now
coming out to cali
want a house up on the hill now
sugar daddy dm
she don’t need em
tell em chill out
she ain’t no broke b*tch
she on her whatever sh*t
she be on her woke sh*t
hit her with whatever d*ck
i just drive whatever whip
she jus roll the window
down hear her screaming out
it’s whatever b*tch
in the club yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
spend a couple hundred on it
it’s whatever b*tch
got her homegirl yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
got her best friend yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
in the club yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
spend a couple hundred on it
it’s whatever b*tch
got her homegirl yelling
it’s whatever b*tch
got her best friend yelling
it’s whatever b*tch

[verse 2: kentheman]
heard you got some money
well spend it on a houston b*tch
if you ain’t trying to then
i ain’t tryna hear it mmm i like when they show me sh*t
yes i am a rapper but i’m looking like a poster b*tch
ass so fat throw back it bounce
don’t ask me out ask my account
in the club f*cked up don’t touch me
i’m unbothered cute unworried
b*tches think cuz i got money i ain’t rachet and i ain’t active
still a pull up i’m outside at front yo door just like a package
b*tch
it whatever want that action it’s whenever
hoes just mad cuz i’m much better they don’t wanna see me level up
getting this money nope i do not be cuddled up
every day my birthday every day i run it up
i’m a rich b*tch
i don’t need no n*gga sh*t
still don’t spend my own money
make that n*gga gimme that
let me use you turn you out abuse you
pass him to my home girl tell her it’s whatever b*tch
it’s whatever b*tch

in the club yelling
it’s whatever b*tch

spend a couple hundred on it
it’s whatever b*tch

got her homegirl yelling
it’s whatever b*tch

got her best friend yelling
it’s whatever b*tch

pull up for the h*ll of it
turn up on her birthday
you can’t even tell her sh*t
she about to twerk some
drop it, shake it, make it spin
pop it for a florida boy
girl don’t leave no evidence
screaming
it’s whatever b*tch
you ain’t with that settle sh*t
rubber band stacks only
she don’t want that other sh*t
she about to twerk some
drop it, shake it, make it spin
pop it for a florida boy
girl don’t leave no evidence

screaming
it’s whatever b*tch

- joeville lyrics

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