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back2back - da & hitman lyrics

[intro: da]
is this how you’re movin’, jackson?
look, look

[verse 1: da]
two secs, let me check what he reps
if he answers wrong, only god can save him
aim it like when i pray two hands with grace, the result is amazin’
all of this h*ll, we’re raisin’
i heard the neighbours complainin’
we still keep bandos flamin’ and we got backroads rainin’
[verse 2: hitman]
caught him*caught him in **** and shaved it
don’t slip on a box, i’ll pull up and blaze it
tape off gang, known for the tapings
need a hundred lace for the boots
they shoot, grip it, and move
you want the truth? i’ll give you the truth
you ain’t done sh*t since we got down ****, but you’re out here lyin’ on tunes

[verse 3: da]
this trip bеtter be worth it
i know not evеryone’s perfect
so i don’t mind how much they rehe*rs* it, catch corn, tryna reverse it
observation lurkin’ and it gets more concernin’
operations workin’ and they get more disturbin’
but we keep it goin’
if we’re goin’, cram this boat, we’re doin’ up rowin’
said da should rap poems, the way man flowin’
laid down with the angels, not like the ones when outside’s snowin’
he ain’t got no heart and it’s showin’, boy better do some growin’

[verse 4: hitman]
yo, akh, stop with the chat, don’t act bad
you ain’t done sh*t, funny, no gassed bad
talk is talk, but we givin’ them rap facts
it was me that try lif’ up your snapback
it was me that done sh*ll at your hatchback
two in the dots, grip it and slap that
like i done it before then i done it again
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout rap cap
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout works they mash
i don’t understand their words on tracks, i don’t even know why they rap (how?)
but if it gets me mad then i fill up my mash
can’t swing my knife like, swing it like splash
turn man cabbage, bodies get drop if i tag him (blue one)
[verse 5: da]
yo, my jakes might give me a shock bolt, gone in a flash
baymac, give me your box with the way that the store just on, and i’ll run up the gas
if i ain’t live in the 8, more time, find man in these homerton flats
no loose ends on the step, do all the prep, i’ve covered these tracks

[verse 6: hitman]
if it gets on top, can’t dash with your mash
we can’t lose them, they gotta get slapped
i roll dirty, don’t lose or lack
if i pull on my waist, a b*ll*nd get stabbed
in jail, i never had no knife, so i got a razor doin’ up faces
give me the drop, reckon i’ll tape it
give me the block, i’ll show you ’bout amen

[verse 7: da & hitman]
f*ck tomorrow, it’s a day ting
goin’ down on the mains, it’s blatant
f*ck waitin’, pull up and blaze him
fill it and rin’ at the opp block, shakin’
i got my stick on me when i’m raven
i got your b*tch on me and i’m faded
she screamin’ out “tally”, sippin’ on maggy
and they got gang on the speakers playin’ (woo)
drop flakes in the pyrex boat
now, i’m watchin’ it lock
he just called for half a box
is he dodgy or what?
dodgy or not, i’m still gonna take it
cony or cash, washed off flakin’
shotty or glock? load and aim it
i’m slidin’ and skatin’

- da hitman lyrics

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