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Brotha Lynch Hung - Watta lyrics
[Brotha Lynch] I'm the hardest nigga you never heard of And I'm a pro when it comes to these tools a four four when it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dick In a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid this automatic Cold hefty and black shit I make a rapper disappear like magic It's Siccmade, all the way to the motherfuckin' casket And six feet deeper, get these heaters right off the lips I stack chips and I, sip these litres on the hips It's some shit that'll split ya wig You can't spit enough shit, that'll get ya big Get the gig, you pay him first then I'll lay him next Niggaz be weak just like latex, cheap as Tampax I walk through the room wid a handful of anthrax Shakin' niggaz hands, makin' niggaz dance like Paula Abdul when I pull out the tool Ya kids get napped when I run out the school Ya nig did that, it's the motherfuckin' Lynch Take a long barrel four four and run up in ya bitch Real shit, cause it turns me on and What kind of shit do these nerds be on and What kinda clips should I put in this chrome four What kind loopty-loop ya on Pass me the Newport and let's get it on like Marvin I've been starvin' creep through the trees like Tarzan Ya meat we carvin' [Hook] It's watta, watta, and ya know I'm thirsty And even though it hurts me I stay blood thirsty for watta, watta Take it how you want nigga So make it how you want nigga (x2) [Luni Coleone] You punk niggaz want war we make shit happen When it comes to the money drugs scrappin' and cappin' I'm a veteran and I bet when I pull my thang You hoe niggaz run faster than cut out segas We some spiritual lyrical individuals nigga I ain |
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