Remy Ma

Remy Ma - Whuteva lyrics

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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 whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva 

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 cuz 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 ? is blue and grey like Seton Hall 



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 whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva 

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 whuteva 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' ? 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 



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 whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva 

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

Fuck em' all day, fuck em' all night, treat niggas like hoes 

It's whuteva like a four long blaze, and I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn 

People tryin' to make shit to make niggas bop, I make shit they play that get niggas 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 whuteva 2 fuck 

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 



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 whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, whuteva, it's whuteva


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Language: English

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