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nadia rose - wat up lyrics

[verse 1: [?]]
oi, i’m on violence, i’m on crud
i treat them opps like pop man, i’m tryna leave everyone run
my bro slapped two then p-ssed it, that there’s nothing but love
forget the fame in music, i put skengs in trust
put skengs in the ride then lurk
we don’t call that putting in work
[?] rise that, burst
and we’re p-ssed if he ain’t in the dirt
67 mob, still do it in shoes and shirts
ask god to pray for my sins but i still had a hammer at church
ready to burst

[verse 2: [?]]
do a drill, do a drill (drillers)
hammers hanging out windows, man will show you something about sk!lls
now tell your boy what’s the deal?
these n-gg-s talking that crud but [?] ’til they squeal
man turn up the beef like grill
then chill, [?] a meal
dark skin driller straight from the hill
girl love the [?] ’cause she trill
or not rolling with steel
they ain’t on p-ss, they ain’t real
early morning trap, doing drill
[?] straight for a meal

[hook: nadia rose]
them man there beat that ting like drummer
4×4, smoke loud in the hummer
best act right if you don’t want drama
get turnt down if you ain’t too turnup
two two, turn up
roll my spliff, get two two bun up
hair down, might get two two bun up
rolling with the squad, na i ain’t come one up
run up on a b-tch, that b-tch like ‘waddup?’
i run up on a b-tch like, b-tch like, b-tch like
i run up on a b-tch that, b-tch that, b-tch that

[interlude: nadia rose]
them mandem beat that ting like
4×4, smoke loud in the (skrt, skrt)
best act right if you don’t want (all of that, all of that)
get turnt down if you ain’t too (all of that, all of that)
two two, turn up
roll my spliff, get two two bun up
hair down, might get two two bun up
rolling with the squad, na i ain’t come one up
run up on a b-tch, that b-tch like ‘waddup?’

[verse 3: nadia rose]
what the f-ck is good?
down with the kids but still f-cking hood
down with the kids but they’re still f-cking crudy
i do it day and night, i’m kid cudi
i do it day and night while you’re sleeping
get that pack, it’s gone by the evening
talk ’bout beef, don’t know who you’re beefing
i know war and you was retreating
i’m the bomb like 9/11
linked up with 67
do the numbers, what d’ya get?
can’t calculate that in your head, no
feature from me? uhm heck no
doing road, do a petrol
with the gang, stop at esso
ten car, convoy your ten toes
either way, i’m on route
doing peng, doing cute
doing yak, doing zoots
rave in hotel rooms, yeah
mash up the place, duvets get turn up
i’m a bad girl, scream ‘go suck mothers’
bad girl school, i need me a scholar

[verse 4: [?]]
still got beef and we lock on
[?] big forty, no party
poppers, free my drillers, i love my drillers
them ain’t mad man from shotters
i trap, i rap
i get music money in pounds and dollars
no pork, no pork, where i’m from you’ve gotta dash from the coppers
big fat stones and a hammer, iyt, you will need several doctors
violence, we did that in public
[?] i hid from the ‘copters
yeah we do music but never confuse it, we do up these [?]
bro got dubbed on, [?], free up my shotter

[verse 5: [?]]
fifteen, i’ma show you my rucksack
know that two bang-bang, let him have that
they ain’t on p-ss but they act bad
show them pr-cks i’m a madman
load up clips, hear it bang
’cause me and my n-gg-s don’t rap
shoot instant so my ting won’t jam
we want more bodies in the bag
[?]
with knives and baseball bats
don’t slip rudeboy, you can get grabbed
up in them [?] flats
ay, ay, ay, did a drop, [?]
let’s lurk where the pagan’s at
man down if the pagan [?]

[hook: [?] & nadia rose]
67 gang, beat that like (drummer)
four-door mercs, bm (hummer)
doing drill, didn’t want no (drama)
full force, [?], man get (turnup)
man get (turnup)
highly flammable, you can get (bun up)
in a ride with [?], still get (bun up)
if i take it personal, i’m lurking (one up)
skeng’s out on your block like (waddup?)
(i run up on a b-tch like, b-tch like, b-tch like)
(i run up on a b-tch that, b-tch that, b-tch that)

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