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on whateva wit whoeva - mac critter lyrics

(chorus:)
for that money, it’s whatever
young n*gga tweakin like he raised by the devil
make a n*gga dig his own grave with a shovel
200 on the dashboard, breaking the pedal
24 hours i was trapping on the cellular
distributor, ready to sell you whateva
pockets rasputia, been working out good
i got them o’s scared in the hood
don’t do trolls shoot out the wood
(seventh street turn up the hood)
n*ggas still scared to come back to the city
i got no sympathy for n*ggas who petty
empty this fire when i up it and hit it
glock say hey critter leave a n*gga p*ssy
drake see a fake n*gga, make him sh*t on himsеlf

(verse:)
drake see your fakе side, leave a n*gga sh*tty
these n*ggas play with me they chasin death
hoe told me she looking out for herself
that’s what these b*tches do when sh*t go left
i bought a maybach myself
futuristic whip driving itself
ain’t bout money, i play slow in death
hit the strip club holla at jeff
told him i’m talking to myself
n*gga tried to play me left
ain’t no putting me on no shelf
get to ballin i turn out like steph
(chorus:)

for that money it’s whatever
young n*gga tweakin like he raised by the devil
make a n*gga dig his own grave with a shovel
200 on the dashboard breaking the pedal
24 hours i was trapping on the cellular
distributor, ready to sell you whateva
pockets rasputia, been working out good
i got them o’s scared in the hood
don’t do trolls shoot out the wood
(seventh street turn up the hood)
n*ggas still scared to come back to the city
i got no sympathy for n*ggas who petty
empty this fire when i up it and hit it
glock say hey critter leave a n*gga p*ssy
drake see a fake n*gga make him sh*t on himself

- mac critter lyrics

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