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willie waters, checkmate the gr8 - battle royale lyrics

willie waters

[chorus: willie waters]
i keep a couple of hittas with me
starved together now it’s time to eat
real n-gg- link up whenever we meet
this for the g’s coming straight out the streets
and we want the blues this sh-t deep as the sea
and we ain’t just homies man we family
that mean if i eat
everyone eat
that’s how it be
it’s dbd
i keep a couple of hittas with me
starved together now it’s time to eat
real n-gg- link up whenever we meet
this for the g’s coming straight out the streets
and we want the blues this sh-t deep as the sea
and we ain’t just homies man we family
that mean if i eat
everyone eat
that’s how it be
it’s dbd

[verse 1: willie waters]
we in the trap
stat in the back
money come in we count up racks
these n-gg-s jokey
n-gg- that’s facts
whatever he say my n-gg- that’s dat
checkmate the gr8 fly n-gg- no cape
you owe him money we need it today
say you ain’t got it you sh-t out of luck
we cracking heads when i’m rolling wit nut
nemesis stay wit the hitz
i’m stappin on beats
sh-t hard as a b-tch
f-ckin wit rev you dance wit the devil
we burring n-gg-s don’t need no shovels
f-ckin with chronic now n-gg- you done it
ghetto youth see him say looka my money
walk in the party and bet the b-tch tun up
music so loud so shout-out to tun up
2g he a g too line you n-gg-s up then what you ga do
boy you lame you a peon
f-ck with fawteen get you peed on
its willie waters remember name
t.i.g
they think is a game
you just a runna i run wit the gang
we riding on n-gg-s shoutout runna gang

[verse 1: checkmate the gr8]
smoke with jamaicans
and joke wit haitians
it’s 6 in the morning i’m wakin and baking
i’m giving up praises
i’m giving more patience
i’m back in rotation
i’m back in rotation
hold on god d-mn it
know i treat a 3.5 like ham sandwich
know i treat a 5th like a capri suns
bussin like a gun huh
gotta respect it we do it with honor
i cut off my tongue before i talk to your honor
i’m fly as a pilot
might need a boat driver
i been in the water
might need me some divers
i got it on lock
i might need me some pliers
you ain’t got no blocks man you n-gg-s some liars
some b-tches, hoes, whoa, whoa
we know how that go
i make plays but i ain’t come to play
break down a 7 make a juicy j
drop some ice cubes on a good day
on a bad day roll a good jay
switch it up
oowwweee
gotta cook up now
lilb
den i pour it up now
pimp c
but i keep it trill though
bun b

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