[{"id":5372916,"name":"Whatever","trackName":"Whatever","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Cam'ron...Harlem's Greatest","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\nMase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\nWho me? Devil's advocate shit\nTell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\nMe, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\nFuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\nListen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\nPhilly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\nReal hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\nJacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\nBut I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\nI'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\nSame fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\nUh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\nPig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\nFor my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nCats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\nCats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\nGet it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\nMe and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\nFuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\nYou cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\nI'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\nSarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\nAnd my girls they be blessin' me first\nTook 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\nAnd I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\nBest be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\nUh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\nI need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\nAll these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\nLadies take it easy\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\nHave 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\nYo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\nGrab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\nBacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\nSorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\nI'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\nIf I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\nNot tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\nHave with a pie in they're oven\n\nShit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\nNo time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\nShit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\nI'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\nI'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\nMy ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\nShit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\nYa Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\nFor all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep\nGetting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\nAnd I don't care how bad no chick is\nI ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\nKilla, whatever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatever\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Cam'ron...Harlem's Greatest\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\n  Mase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\n  Who me? Devil's advocate shit\n  Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\n  Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\n  Fuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\n  Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\n  Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\n  Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\n  Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\n  But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\n  I'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\n  Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\n  Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\n  Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\n  For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\n  Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\n  Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\n  Me and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\n  Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\n  You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\n  I'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\n  Sarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\n  And my girls they be blessin' me first\n  Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\n  And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\n  Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\n  Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\n  I need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\n  All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\n  Ladies take it easy\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\n  Have 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\n  Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\n  Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\n  Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\n  Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\n  I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\n  If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\n  Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\n  Have with a pie in they're oven\n\n  Shit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\n  No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\n  Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\n  I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\n  I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\n  My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\n  Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\n  Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\n  For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep\n  Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\n  And I don't care how bad no chick is\n  I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\n  Killa, whatever\n"},{"id":5372917,"name":"Whatever","trackName":"Whatever","artistName":"Cam'Ron","albumName":"S.D.E.","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\nMase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\nWho me? Devil's advocate shit\nTell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\nMe, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\nFuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\nListen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\nPhilly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\nReal hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\nJacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\nBut I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\nI'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\nSame fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\nUh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\nPig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\nFor my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nCats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\nCats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\nGet it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\nMe and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\nFuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\nYou cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\nI'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\nSarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\nAnd my girls they be blessin' me first\nTook 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\nAnd I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\nBest be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\nUh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\nI need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\nAll these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\nLadies take it easy\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\nHave 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\nYo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\nGrab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\nBacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\nSorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\nI'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\nIf I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\nNot tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\nHave with a pie in they're oven\n\nShit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\nNo time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\nShit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\nI'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\nI'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\nMy ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\nShit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\nYa Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\nFor all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep\nGetting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\nAnd I don't care how bad no chick is\nI ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\nKilla, whatever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatever\n  artist: Cam'Ron\n  album: S.D.E.\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\n  Mase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\n  Who me? Devil's advocate shit\n  Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\n  Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\n  Fuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\n  Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\n  Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\n  Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\n  Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\n  But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\n  I'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\n  Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\n  Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\n  Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\n  For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\n  Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\n  Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\n  Me and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\n  Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\n  You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\n  I'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\n  Sarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\n  And my girls they be blessin' me first\n  Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\n  And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\n  Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\n  Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\n  I need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\n  All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\n  Ladies take it easy\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\n  Have 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\n  Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\n  Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\n  Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\n  Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\n  I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\n  If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\n  Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\n  Have with a pie in they're oven\n\n  Shit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\n  No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\n  Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\n  I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\n  I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\n  My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\n  Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\n  Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\n  For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep\n  Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\n  And I don't care how bad no chick is\n  I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\n  Killa, whatever\n"},{"id":30326042,"name":"Whatever","trackName":"Whatever","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Harlems Greatest","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\nMase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\nWho me? Devil's advocate shit\nTell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\nMe, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\nFuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\nListen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\nPhilly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\nReal hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\nJacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\nBut I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\nI'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\nSame fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\nUh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\nPig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\nFor my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nCats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\nCats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\nGet it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\nMe and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\nFuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\nYou cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\nI'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\nSarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\nAnd my girls they be blessin' me first\nTook 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\nAnd I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\nBest be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\nUh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\nI need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\nAll these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\nLadies take it easy\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\nHave 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\nYo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\nGrab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\nBacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\nSorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\nI'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\nIf I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\nNot tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\nHave with a pie in they're oven\n\nShit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\nNo time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\nShit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\nI'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\nI'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\nMy ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\nShit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\nYa Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\nFor all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep\nGetting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\nAnd I don't care how bad no chick is\nI ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\nKilla, whatever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatever\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Harlems Greatest\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\n  Mase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\n  Who me? Devil's advocate shit\n  Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\n  Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\n  Fuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\n  Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\n  Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\n  Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\n  Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\n  But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\n  I'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\n  Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\n  Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\n  Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\n  For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\n  Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\n  Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\n  Me and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\n  Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\n  You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\n  I'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\n  Sarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\n  And my girls they be blessin' me first\n  Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\n  And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\n  Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\n  Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\n  I need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\n  All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\n  Ladies take it easy\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\n  Have 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\n  Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\n  Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\n  Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\n  Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\n  I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\n  If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\n  Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\n  Have with a pie in they're oven\n\n  Shit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\n  No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\n  Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\n  I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\n  I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\n  My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\n  Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\n  Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\n  For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep\n  Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\n  And I don't care how bad no chick is\n  I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\n  Killa, whatever\n"},{"id":16628556,"name":"Whatever","trackName":"Whatever","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"...Harlem's Greatest","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\nMase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\nWho me? Devil's advocate shit\nTell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\nMe, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\nFuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\nListen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\nPhilly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\nReal hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\nJacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\nBut I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\nI'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\nSame fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\nUh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\nPig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\nFor my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nCats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\nCats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\nGet it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\nMe and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\nFuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\nYou cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\nI'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\nSarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\nAnd my girls they be blessin' me first\nTook 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\nAnd I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\nBest be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\nUh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\nI need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\nAll these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\nLadies take it easy\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\nHave 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\nYo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\nGrab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\nBacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\nSorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\nI'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\nIf I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\nNot tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\nHave with a pie in they're oven\n\nShit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\nNo time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\nShit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\nI'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\nI'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\nMy ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\nShit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\nYa Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\nFor all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe gettin' head tonight, whatever\nTo my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball, whatever\n\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe gettin' head in the car, whatever\nTo all my women whippin' a jeep\nGetting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\nAnd I don't care how bad no chick is\nI ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\nKilla, whatever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatever\n  artist: Cam’ron\n  album: '...Harlem''s Greatest'\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm in a whip tail smashin' it\n  Mase wen't to church, set down, imagine it\n  Who me? Devil's advocate shit\n  Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\n  Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\n  Fuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh\n  Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\n  Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus\n\n  Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\n  Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\n  But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\n  I'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted\n  Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\n  Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas\n  Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures\n\n  For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies\n  Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, \"Let's get moneyâ€\n  Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's\n  Me and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\n  Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\n  You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury\n  I'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella\n  Sarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano\n\n  And my girls they be blessin' me first\n  Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt\n  And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\n  Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt\n  Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick\n  I need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick\n  All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy\n  Ladies take it easy\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet\n  Have 'em lickin' your feet, whatever\n\n  Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\n  Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women\n  Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\n  Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes\n  I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\n  If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em\n  Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\n  Have with a pie in they're oven\n\n  Shit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen\n  No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\n  Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\n  I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\n  I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\n  My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent\n  Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\n  Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n\n  For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We gettin' head tonight, whatever\n  To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball, whatever\n\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We gettin' head in the car, whatever\n  To all my women whippin' a jeep\n  Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever\n\n  And I don't care how bad no chick is\n  I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever\n  Killa, whatever\n"},{"id":9322259,"name":"Whatever (Clean Version)","trackName":"Whatever (Clean Version)","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"S.D.E.","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm in a whiptail smashin' it\nMase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it\nWho me? Devil's Advocate S***\nTell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\nMe, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\nF*** school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh\nListen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\nPhilly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus\nReal hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\nJacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\nBut I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\nI'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted\nSame fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\nUh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas\nPig n****, bring the hook in 6 figures\n[Chorus]\nFor my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe getting head tonight (Whatever)\nTo all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball (Whatever)\nCats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies\nCats f*** with me cause I tell, \"Let's get money\"\nGet it, get a benz, come through on 20s\nMe and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\nF*** it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\nYou cheap n****z still shopping up up in woodbury\nI'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano\nAnd my girls they be blessin' me first\nTook 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt\nAnd I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\nBest be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt\nUh, cause one thing I can't stand is a p**** chick\nI need a \"Here ma, goof this in your p****\" chick\nAll these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy\nLADIES TAKE IT EASY\n[Chorus]\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe getting head in the car (Whatever)\nTo all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet\nHave 'em licking your feet (Whatever)\nYo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em\nLet's get 'em, get all of his spinach\nGrab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women\nBakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\nSorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes\nI'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\nIf I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to f*** 'em\nNot tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\nHave with a pie in they're oven\nS***, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen\nNo time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\nS***, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\nI'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\nI'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\nMy ratio up in here, f***ed 40 percent\nS***, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\nWhatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n[Chorus]\nFor all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\nWe getting head tonight (Whatever)\nTo my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\nGet his money and ball (Whatever)\nTo all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\nWe getting head in the car (Whatever)\nTo all my women whippin' a Jeep\nGetting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever)\nAnd I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet\n(Whatever) Killa (Whatever)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whatever (Clean Version)\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: S.D.E.\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm in a whiptail smashin' it\n  Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it\n  Who me? Devil's Advocate S***\n  Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie\n  Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this\n  F*** school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh\n  Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets\n  Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus\n  Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit\n  Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent\n  But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute\n  I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted\n  Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it\n  Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas\n  Pig n****, bring the hook in 6 figures\n  [Chorus]\n  For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We getting head tonight (Whatever)\n  To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball (Whatever)\n  Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies\n  Cats f*** with me cause I tell, \"Let's get money\"\n  Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s\n  Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20\n  F*** it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary\n  You cheap n****z still shopping up up in woodbury\n  I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano\n  And my girls they be blessin' me first\n  Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt\n  And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt\n  Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt\n  Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a p**** chick\n  I need a \"Here ma, goof this in your p****\" chick\n  All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy\n  LADIES TAKE IT EASY\n  [Chorus]\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We getting head in the car (Whatever)\n  To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet\n  Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever)\n  Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em\n  Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach\n  Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women\n  Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon\n  Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes\n  I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em\n  If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to f*** 'em\n  Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em\n  Have with a pie in they're oven\n  S***, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen\n  No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband\n  S***, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes\n  I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes\n  I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent\n  My ratio up in here, f***ed 40 percent\n  S***, drink is sour, armaretta, yo\n  Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda\n  [Chorus]\n  For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife\n  We getting head tonight (Whatever)\n  To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call\n  Get his money and ball (Whatever)\n  To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar\n  We getting head in the car (Whatever)\n  To all my women whippin' a Jeep\n  Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever)\n  And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet\n  (Whatever) Killa (Whatever)\n"}]