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criminal manne - it's whatever lyrics

[intro: ?]
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever b+tch, it’s whatever b+tch
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever b+tch, it’s whatever b+tch

[verse 1: k!llamac]
skimask troopaz, executers, n+ggas kickin’ down your door
k!llamac is back in blue and black, chrome gat [?]
street sweeper sweeps, then flows when i unload the nine that froze when i reload
i leave ’em cold and sometimes chill, thrill, whеn i’m on the roll
hoes supossed to bе k!llers, now they f+ckin’ with us realers
we gon’ peel ’em like bananas, and make sure these b+tches filled
try to k!ll us once before, no more love, we at your throat
watch me slice and dice this bizzay, f+ck this sh+t, let’s go to war
don’t you come ’round no more, better blues on you ho
gotta keep me a low pro, fire language blowin’ dope
hatin’ n+ggas in my scope, mista dre let’s hit the roll
redrum, it’s gon’ explode, mister manne is on his stroll
t.c.p gone gold, so now toast stay true
trick b+tch up in my rear, n+ggas through when i pursue
k!llamac is scopin’ you, n+gga, flex where they at?
wanna best scream who did who
’cause the v+dog finna handle that
[verse 2: mac v+dog]
blow a gun up my nose, b+tch, now look into my eyes
feel the fear that i’ve been searchin’ between these two devil eyes
gangster mind keep me woke for all these haters when i be sleep
that .4+4 gon’ be watchin’ when you n+ggas mobbin’ deep
through my back door, you too late, ho
’cause i already scoped you out
when you mobb deep on the creep, i know what your whole plan was about
my n+gga k!lla got the gauge, now he hid behind the door
i let ’em in, boom, boom, now he k!lled one, two, three, four
n+ggas trapped above the mound, got their family super hard
for k!ller man, we lettin’ ’em know, mac and sh+t, i never stop
got my glock ready to pop on any mad hatin’+ass trick
we represent what you can’t stand, to the fullest, stupid b+tch

[chorus: ?]
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever b+tch, it’s whatever b+tch
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever, it’s whatever
it’s whatever b+tch, it’s whatever b+tch

[verse 3: ?]
mista mac, kickin’ in your door with the chrome .44, if you did not know
[?] is where i be, we be puffin’ big boy dope
bound to clown on a trick, it’s whatever with us, b+tch
many gangs up in the air, so you know i do not care (why?)
all up in your air like a mosquito, now want me get deeper?
if you let me creep ya, your ass gon’ catch this nine millimeter
with your brains to the left (left)
and you should’ve been strapped (strapped)
as i pull your cap back, so what’s up with that? (b+tch)
do what you wanna, and come and get you some
[?] blowin’ up, like a bomb
flat pass you b+tches like some flys, buzzin’ by
i’m stayin’ high (b+tch), so don’t ask me why
’cause we have scr+pped, step like some jabs
nothin’ but g’s, so what’s up with that?
o+l+p, in case you [?] and s.p.v
ask you n+ggas what’s up? because we k!llers, see?
[verse 4: ?]
[?], explode on impact
and i can handle, you b+tches best believe that
i peel caps and steal lives, and give a f+ck about a buster
’cause i hustle, and crack motherf+ckers
sh+t, while i hide from their trick, [?] and war
bring your thangs, and fellow manes, i’m makin’ change [?]
it’s real on my side, if i rise a n+gga got h+ll
bustin’ shadows out the drive+by window, [?] hoes
[?] jack these nuts, and prepare to die
i’m the grim reaper out the o+l+p, you n+ggas know me
by night it’s my time, i’m chasin’ b+tches in this realm
i’m down with criminal, n+gga, lil’ insane and murphy, ’til i peace
to that ho sh+t best in, or with this jack i make a mess
before it gets to bullet holes in you hoes, i’m lettin’ you know
it’s whatever, b+tch

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