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numerous times - hitman & d.a. lyrics

[intro]
six sh*lls
ay, [?], is that you, yeah?

[verse 1: da]
in the t like [?]
6*3 gs but the paro’s tall
pack gets stretched, recover the profit
man chop it after i lock it
can’t afford to take no losses
so we out, doin’ late night shottin’
the look on my face is horrid
cheeky grin and they call me demonic
d1, been a boss, don’t question my ranking
and i blitz man down with the fl!cky
i was 16, that’s a minor shanking
got my blade on me up in the booth
when i’m choppin’ up beats, that’s late*night vamping
and he got chinged all ments
and he got chinged, now bro’s in the landing
a man got stretched, no camping
[verse 2: hitman]
many times, had to swerve them jakes
i can’t end up in the landing
and redz want 6 on tick
i already said, “no”, is he not understanding?
[?] tryna say he’s sick for an extra t
is he takin’ the p*ss?
driver dipped on the opp block trip
back to the ends, we gotta go lynch

[verse 3: knizz]
been*been tryna do it like yola
business trips had me leavin’ man city
i gotta double*check these new cats
i’m paro and they’re way too kitty
[?] tryna censor no blade for a piggy
have my solicitor dishin’ out looks
like, rah, it’s sticky
if we pull up and you’re chillin’ with them
that [?] gets spilled, no biggie
skurt to the opp block, windows down
like, yo, [?], did you miss me?
you can run, but you only got a minute
til’ we hunt you down, that’s a deadly 60
i wish i don’t talk about f
but i’m tryna get these fingers cl!cky
[verse 4: da]
anytime that we pop doors
i ain’t talking jaws when i clear my man, got sweeped and bored
and bro got one in the headie, he said, “am i on?”
i said, “of course”
and you ain’t gotta ask teckz for a favour
“dude, i can’t come down for the cause”
f*ck all you heard, put guys in zoots
backstraps, [?] or [?]
i already rolled up him
i’m tryna afford him when we pop them doors
and i’m tryna put another one down
but it’s hard when the 6*shot spinner, we pause
chest open, i ain’t talking jaws
i know a lot about 29
how many times did our block been toured?

[verse 5: hitman]
put a b into holes, what the f*ck was i thinkin’?
now it’s in the backseat, stinkin’
you ain’t ever seen a batch take risks like us
see man get splashed, now we sinkin’
and the work that i put is different
t*t, peng*peng, cats then kittens
bro whip the work in the kitchen
awful stench, can’t stroll in casually
t8 in the thing with [?]
in the back of the ride is the baddest b
she can’t blow this job
if she does, go down if she’s sittin’ like valerie
step on the pedal, i’m grippin’ my metal
in the ride, got my block in my [?]
this beef won’t settle, you [?]

- hitman d a lyrics

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