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Whoever You Like

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 02.11.2012

(feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda)

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Drizzy, Drake, Mack Main, Jae Millz, Tyga Tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yea Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Drizzy, Drake, Mack Main, Jae Millz, Tyga Tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

[Jae Millz]
Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse
Its young money
But you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me
Choose Mack Or Gudda Gudda, Streets, Drizzy, Drake, Tyga Tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
Im jae millz for my money I make moves
Like a R8 on the open street
I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe
So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie
He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus im fly
And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane
Ill get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzan its young money
Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny

[Lil Wayne]
"well not actually cause I make it rain"
Whatever you like
Yea you can pick the weather you like
Ok
Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, Taz Po, T-Streets, Mack Maine, Tyga Tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Umm..
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go
And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know
And I can fuck whoever I like

[Gudda Gudda]
Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out
The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out
2 bitches on my arm get my don won on
Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on
Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah
I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her
I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her
Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her
So give me myspace light dot com
Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs
Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me
Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat
Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit
Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit

[Lil Wayne]
Like you cant touch this
Like you cant touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do Little.Chucky, Little Twist, Ky, Bobby V, Little Scrap
Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife
So sorry not tonight

Ohh, but you can do
Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Drizzy, Drake, Mack Maine, Jae Millz, Tyga Tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like

Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight
And you could do whoever you like
You could do whoever you like

[toward end of verse]
You see I hope your math is right
Take you body as a sacrifice
You see them flashing lights
Welcome to afterlife


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