Remy Ma - Whuteva (instrumental) lyrics

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Remy Ma - Whuteva (instrumental) lyrics

(Intro: Swizz Beatz) Are you ready! I need everybody to report to the dance floor Now (Remy Martin just stepped in the building) To all my ladies that don't need child support I need you to report to the dance floor right now All my n***as thats on the grind (echo:report to the dance floor right now) You on the grind right now We about to get it poppin in this motherf**er (Remy) Already told y'all what it is 1-swizzy 2-y'all gon'make me 1, 2 hands in the air !! (Chorus: Remy and Swizz) 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 (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) (Verse 1: Remy Ma) See if the God say get her I'ma get her I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (b**h) I'm R to the E-Z It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' I gets fly for no reason See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma start Till every damn day I ball My jeans is blue and grey like Seton Hall (Chorus: Remy & Swizz) 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 (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) (Verse 2: Remy) Yeah 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 sh**s so bu*ter 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 I a**ume its because I say SO I've been doin it too long, ain't nothin' new to 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 (Chorus: Remy & Swizz) 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 (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) (Verse 3: Remy) See this goes out to my B-X crew Put your hands up in the air if you feel me f** 'em all day, f** 'em all night Treat n***as like hoes It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin' to make sh** to make n***as bop I make sh** they play then n***as get 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 f** We got that fly sh** here we go Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the "Hypnotize" video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher Now everybody light your lighters! (Repeat Chorus: Remy & Swizz)