Blended Babies, Buddy, Asher Roth - Sayin' Whatever lyrics
Simmie Sims III [Pastor PassTheBlunt] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Blended Babies, Buddy, Asher Roth - Sayin' Whatever lyrics]
And we just sayin' whatever
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
And we just sayin' whatever
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
It's the BU double double
So you know you're in trouble
Nothing subtle, I'm a rebel, flow is water
Watch me kettle
I put the barrel to your finger
Then I call it bloody knuckles
And I'm hungry, so I eat you like you Ruffles
Then I chuckle, I'm ballin' on you suckas
Neva have to call it fumble
Never stumble, neva tumble, if you want to
We can rumble
I'm underneath the water snorkelin'
Y'all snugglin', sippin' on a bubbly because
I'm finally bubblin'
Oops, I didn't mean to rub it in
Y'all strugglin' all my money doubling
I'm flyin' out to Dublin
We comin' in and stuntin' it and doin'
It right in front of em
Rollin' another blunt and then blowin'
Smoke like the government
Uh, simmer down, homie, I ain't the one
Roll a pound
Of the loud by the mouth to the sun
Hot, back back, matter fact, back down
Backpack, full of cash
Till I put the bag down gimme all that
And we just sayin' whatever
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
And we just sayin' whatever
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
It's that A-S-H-E-R-O, arrows to the apple
Tackle apples, by the Adam's apple, grapple
Wanna wrestle
In the back yard of my backyard
Master of the atar
Head be turning faster, when we pass em
Buy a fast car
Small margin of error, mind over matter
Mirror images of each other, cousins
Brothers and lovers hiding under covers
Like we some thunder buddys or sum'
Thumpin', bumpin', jumpin' up for a hug
One in the oven, husbands bummin'
Cause they got handcuffed, to the rug?
I be fuckin', gettin' drunk
Fuckin' bitches doin' drugs
On some hungry hungry hippo, get a grip
Keep it simple, wrinkle, that's a nipple
Let it slip, size of a nickle
No fives, go fish, blow chips
On some oh shit goin' slower than a bower
Lower onto both lips
Oh, shit, girls go 'grose, he's so hipster'
Holla at yo sister, listen to miss, mister
Christal Billy film me, the Beverly Hills
Illest Billy, be really still, killer kills
Heel of Achiles, is real as Philly's
Gillie the Kid
Get fortunate, portion unproportional
Of course, I'm never forcing it
Get my fortune, from the fortune cooks
Good looks, shook tooks, plus this
You know any good books
Cuz I might adopt a dog
And that bitch say he's cornpop
Pass the popcorn, in the dorm
Hit the porn shop
Pork chop, course four, pour many more shots
Warn shots, comin' for your door
Through a shortcut
War Sucks, poor sport, tore polar vortex
Working on my car, when I force
More more flex
More checks, more sex, much more re-spect
C-sects, X-X-L, like he next
Please B, I been on, head on and head strong
Put a hundred and ten percent
On everything I get
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
And we just sayin' whatever
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
It's the BU double double
So you know you're in trouble
Nothing subtle, I'm a rebel, flow is water
Watch me kettle
I put the barrel to your finger
Then I call it bloody knuckles
And I'm hungry, so I eat you like you Ruffles
Then I chuckle, I'm ballin' on you suckas
Neva have to call it fumble
Never stumble, neva tumble, if you want to
We can rumble
I'm underneath the water snorkelin'
Y'all snugglin', sippin' on a bubbly because
I'm finally bubblin'
Oops, I didn't mean to rub it in
Y'all strugglin' all my money doubling
I'm flyin' out to Dublin
We comin' in and stuntin' it and doin'
It right in front of em
Rollin' another blunt and then blowin'
Smoke like the government
Uh, simmer down, homie, I ain't the one
Roll a pound
Of the loud by the mouth to the sun
Hot, back back, matter fact, back down
Backpack, full of cash
Till I put the bag down gimme all that
And we just sayin' whatever
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
And we just sayin' whatever
And we just sayin' whatever, boy
It's that A-S-H-E-R-O, arrows to the apple
Tackle apples, by the Adam's apple, grapple
Wanna wrestle
In the back yard of my backyard
Master of the atar
Head be turning faster, when we pass em
Buy a fast car
Small margin of error, mind over matter
Mirror images of each other, cousins
Brothers and lovers hiding under covers
Like we some thunder buddys or sum'
Thumpin', bumpin', jumpin' up for a hug
One in the oven, husbands bummin'
Cause they got handcuffed, to the rug?
I be fuckin', gettin' drunk
Fuckin' bitches doin' drugs
On some hungry hungry hippo, get a grip
Keep it simple, wrinkle, that's a nipple
Let it slip, size of a nickle
No fives, go fish, blow chips
On some oh shit goin' slower than a bower
Lower onto both lips
Oh, shit, girls go 'grose, he's so hipster'
Holla at yo sister, listen to miss, mister
Christal Billy film me, the Beverly Hills
Illest Billy, be really still, killer kills
Heel of Achiles, is real as Philly's
Gillie the Kid
Get fortunate, portion unproportional
Of course, I'm never forcing it
Get my fortune, from the fortune cooks
Good looks, shook tooks, plus this
You know any good books
Cuz I might adopt a dog
And that bitch say he's cornpop
Pass the popcorn, in the dorm
Hit the porn shop
Pork chop, course four, pour many more shots
Warn shots, comin' for your door
Through a shortcut
War Sucks, poor sport, tore polar vortex
Working on my car, when I force
More more flex
More checks, more sex, much more re-spect
C-sects, X-X-L, like he next
Please B, I been on, head on and head strong
Put a hundred and ten percent
On everything I get