Tim'm West - Whatever I Want lyrics

ChorusSmut Stud And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’ It’s good right here, if it was up to me It would have been at the place I came to be Are we too different to decide our love? And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’ Verse 1Smut Stud It all started with a story, about a chubby little ese in a west coast cultivating crops Grew up so I could lurk or work mops, stay up till six o’clock with the homies smokin’, sellin’ that stuff Some say it wasn’t rough, fast forward one year step right out the closet Turned 18 my ID in my pocket, you know what that mеans, little ese is free Oh my god, yеs I’m here my ni**a, I’m alive oh man I love it Like ten years went right off of me, I’m almost a grown man Homage to G.O.D. was it my G.E.D.? Was it my college degree, huh? I see I’m not brown enough, I’m not loud enough, I’m not loud enough I’m not brown enough, I’m not loud enough ChorusSmut Stud & Tim’m West And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’ It’s good right here, if it was up to me It would have been in the place I came to be Are we too different to decide our love? And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’ Verse 2Tim’m West Started running in the Cincinasty Over the rhymes, so I guess that’s the reason for the rhyme state The mind state, lexicon for bass, beats for jerks Who think boy would never rock the M.I.C Bi-coastal so no matter that I landed in a place centrally located, so country grammar Taste, so, watermelon’y and I’m deliberately getting in and askin’ to many questions I’m guessing that they irritating many Spitting and splitting dope beats with Smut o’ plenty and never coming empty I shoot so hard shotgun shacks in the third war call me good bad landlord I chill with OG’s that turn tricks and mix Regurgitate the spit, nauseating cause I flow sick And my reward is often a nice fella’ no betta’ They can calm a brotha’ down help me hustle for chedda’ ChorusSmut Stud And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’ It’s good right here, if it was up to me It would have been at the place I came to be Are we too different to decide our love? And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’ Verse 3Smut Stud What more do you need? You got Smut Stud with hot sauce and porkchops Loadin’ up these cold cuts, rushing the stage I’m not a veteran on caffeine, and spittin’ on weed Ima be clearer than windows that got cleaned with Windex, su*k off ya’ index Or maybe just, party alone I’m not mobbin’ alone Now I’m from Austin, Texas Where the people are friendly but the hoods in frenzy And my neck-a-lace, on for some breakfast Verse 4Tim’m West We doing bigging things in bigger Ford’s in T.X Cause everything’s a bit bigger in the southwest In Texas the nexus, the bigger bigotry, bigger guys Bigger cities, bigger titty bars and pawn shops Next to the megachurches, church had tight purses And plenty of jerks so tell me what’s worse We got, mega liquor stores, mega bars, mega military Bases so I guess, we ready for war ChorusSmut Stud And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’ It’s good right here, if it was up to me It would have been at the place I came to be Are we too different to decide our love? And I can do whatever I want Whenever I want, as long as it’s good wittchu’