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hitman & d.a. - fire's burning lyrics

[chorus: da]
i’m tryna smoke someone gotta make sure my lighter’s working
i control this gun just control these tyres turning
i want a hole in one if not second time for certain
slide through here better make sure your fire’s burning
i’m tryna smoke someone gotta make sure my lighter’s working
i control this gun just control these tyres turning
i want a hole in one if not second time for certain
slide through here better make surе your fire’s burning

[verse 1: hitman]
what’s the plan? what is the anglе?
every ting in the drum gets strangled
gimme the gun and the drop
if you know that you want that handled
lift it and press leave your chest dismantled
yo, don’t run best stand still
if i feel it i’ll ring it intent is to k!ll him
when the engine starts, it roars
i make the dots kick back like a horse
i sold him the pack, i told him it’s raw
said his cat’s face down on the floor
he can’t even walk let alone talk
don’t double the wrap it still looks fat
i’m doubling back, just me and my mash
got a couple of slags that’s cooch and packs
[verse 2: da]
i don’t mind having a go from the edge of the box
you ain’t much good at defending your block
i see ’em retreat or surrender a lot
didn’t get an invite to the motive funny how i’m outside attending the drop
somebody’s night gon end with a shot
when will it stop? (never)
don’t hate me cos we run hackney
just cos i got this shotgun don’t mean i’m shotgun i’m doing up backseat
cloudy with a chance of candy
i don’t feel like i am, but i get labelled anti
i ain’t angry it’s only the family they wouldn’t understand me

[verse 3: hitman & da]
you wouldn’t understand what we do
you wouldn’t understand how we move
handtings in the back of a boot
that’s handtings you don’t want us to shoot
take it there on a pushbike
g check if the yute don’t look right
turn up uninvited, ruin his night
cancel your good vibe

[verse 4: da]
vibes are over, i hate riding sober
furthermore man hate when the ride is over
ever seen a colliding rover?
he got carried away like a dying soldier
your driver’s good but my pilot’s colder
custom hammer, private chauffeur
[verse 5: hitman]
2 l’s down, you know my set
live and direct
can’t take no check or disrespect
if we clock man beef, gon soon meet their end
corn been sent and i’m sending again the result is death
i don’t want no less
i left the scene a mess with my index pressed

- hitman d a lyrics

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