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lirik lagu watts niggas quicc to pop niggas – nationwide rip ridaz

verse 1: big freeze:

take flight where you get carried at, ain’t no talkin’ here because the ‘gnac got me nailed what
and i stay heated i been waiting patiently, for an opportunity, to dip out the cut
dump my .50 caliber slug in a n*gga face, and watch his body decompose yeah turn to waste
the paper chase is what i came let’s you stop by
no means, fubu jeans fulla green and i’m, in the benz at enemies’ poppin’ n*ggas hollow, tips, makin’ sure that it hit a n*gga main
arteries, gold diesels all i wanna push, and for thе cheese i hide in a n*gga bush
all night long until the n*gga slip anothеr meter, make the phone and where the cash at ’cause n*gga i
want it all, all weed make me wanna do is get more high, where the light b*tch i end yo’ life with yo’ sickest fires so step back and watch the crip card
smash sh*t, thrash sh*t, drop n*ggas slow, no bullsh*t
eastside watts locs in its finest, so watch your sizz*ie rizz*ie like brand new diamonds
fresh blue la hat on the way force, my n*gga cell*e call me when you got a little force
until then i be pushin’ through drivin’ snoops, swoopin’ coupes, high off weed, drank, gettin’ loop, and watch me shoot n*gga
chorus: twin loc:

watts n*ggas quick to pop n*ggas
young locs stay strap around cutthroats (strap)!

verse 2: mac*11 & big freeze:

happy death day b*tch, make your last wish
you blew out the candles but the mothaf*cka still lit
candlestick to dynamite so the cake get blown up, welcome to h*ll on earth ’cause i got sh*t sold up
mob with me through each and watch the sun turn red, by this user from the dead, with bullet wounds to the head
spears askin’ me why they hit foes you done soul, i show my arm and my leg came up on the phone [?]…
godd*mn right, my series exactly i rather [?] to use a navy seals sk!lls to k!ll that’s on the real
feel me, lyrically i’m like beethoven composin’, nationwide rip rida masterpiece destroyin’ the posers and squads
crew and cl!cks, how the f*ck you gon’ see the crips yeah we way too thick
boy you have a new blocules, or binoculars, ’cause i’m ’bout to go crazy and k!ll up sh*t like i’m cluckers
knock yo’ b*tch with the starin’ in a blink of an eye, i spit a verse to this game, i know she don’t let me bang
but she know when i’m a n*gga who don’t, give a f*ck, just bust a nut and get up, but the nationwide got her starstruck
fortune and fame, is all us will see, deep in the spotlight, cixx, freeze, half dead and oven e
f*ckin’ sh*t up n*gga without a strap watch me dump doodoodoo*doop doop another slob’ll bite the dust

chorus. (x2)

verse 3: big freeze:

struckin’ like the black panther, in the doors, hardest
i track through all you busta ass n*ggas not to start us in the cut, posted up with ski mask and a nine
so give your soul to the lord ’cause yo’ ass is def sure mine
the watts loced out gang in black coat, 10*2, 92*96s leavin’ n*ggas swole
stretched out in the coffin, internally bleeding from the screwdriver
on the frontline bangin’ ’cause i’m a eastside watts rida
paper chase here will only set you for mo’, but revenge for you tiny half and baby capone
watts locs, death struggling, and dope smuggling and on the ice*picking n*ggas jugulars and b*tches get they dome crackin’
switches to duce, eights, glass, houses creeps hittin’ chronic blood cells plus and even puffin’ loop
so true, to the hood where i kick it but can’t cheer your life to you n*ggas ’cause you might get whipped see if you be on
chorus. (x4)

- nationwide rip ridaz

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