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hitman & d.a. - they don't know كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ayy, billy, is that you, yeah?

[verse 1: da]
i’m involved, no question
they reckon the g’s dem causin’ mayhem
ridin’, we step with sticks like cavemen
flat heads flat, i’ll put you flat on the pavement
my phone’s ringin’, it’s shorty tellin’ me, “we got reservations”
funny the five_o wanna detain me, same time, the fans want entertainment
[verse 2: hitman]
i’m involved heavy, armed and ready and man get pressy
bro touch chest, don’t do it with leggies
man gеt lifted, see you on telly
see d, so i’m givin’ her rough
thе five_o still want me in cuffs while fans want me tourin’ on a bus
which option would you want?

[verse 3: da & hitman]
they want music, they want the truth
you say you’re slidin’, i want the proof
they want me in the back of the four_door
the fans want me in the booth
they want tunes, i want new boots
they wanna see new video shoots
f_ck all the chat, we pressurin’ yutes
they ain’t done sh_t since we got down—
they ain’t been on it for ages
samurais and gauges, per_per_perfect aimings
rise up high and we aim for faces
don’t trip, better tie up your laces
bait, do it in public places
how much juice been left on pavements?

[verse 4: hitman]
this for the fans that are diggin’ the music
i respect it, so i do it
it’s the ‘hood that i’m tryna break through in, same way you’re crop if the door ain’t movin’
ever been in two minds just stuck?
few guns up, which one am i choosin’?
fill_fill_fill the clip to the tip with bine
grip yours and don’t be loosin’
[verse 5: da]
this for the fans that want me to rap more
i ain’t finished taggin’, i still gotta rap more
cats want the crumbs that fall on the trap floor
jakes at the front door, i’ma fly out the backdoor
talk ’bout fields, we done took that tour
chillin’ with them, i catch corn
they run, but they claim that we’re at war, so what’s all the verbal attacks for?

[verse 6: hitman]
this for the g’s who ain’t on roads no more
if you’re locked up then bang your door
turn it up, red do off a opp more
listen up, can you hear what i’m sayin’?
free stally, flyin’ ’em daily
crash love touchin’, don’t know about safety
my heart’s hundred, no maybe, so i’m all in for the a_team

[verse 7: hitman & da]
for the a_team, i’m all in, so i’m lettin’ it ring
they d_they don’t know what pressurin’ is
they don’t know about steppin’ with it
still_still_still_still do it on ‘peds, but the blendin’ stuff looks better in whips

[verse 8: da]
still do it in the ‘rex, the blendin’ stuff looks better in the kitch’
the way i’m in still studio pepperin’ hits, couldn’t tell i’m still measurin’ glitz
rain or sunshine, never really cared about weather on trips
chunk on the glizzy, elephant clips
put it on, that’s everyone hit
[verse 9: hitman]
i’m blacked out like the reverend is
send shots like the president did
that l was a myth, but it comes with grindin’
take the l, i’ma make me a fl!ck
what you know about skrr and skid
thermal just showin’ up reds, so now i’m tryna find a way in
we’re takin’ these crops, just ask for the wind

- hitman d a

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