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letra de stop drop & roll - def davyne

valentine on the track

(lil’ alfie) [both]

chorus
[stop drop and roll], everybody down (get down)
fire on the ground, fire all around (hot)
let a couple fools, fire off some rounds (bbddd)
then i hit the booth, and the sirens sound (call 911)
[stop drop and roll], everybody down (get down)
fire on the ground, fire all around (fire)
let a couple fools, fire off some rounds (bbddd)
then i hit the booth, and the siren sounds (whoop whoop)

verse 1
oh my bad (nah) i truly beg your pardon
perhaps you’re unaware, exactly what you’re starting
my time’s expensive, like an audemars my rate no bargain
i’ve lived through thunder, by keeping rockets, like james harden
never missing a target, hit the sharpest, when i be ripping through garbage
i suggest you stay up in yo lane, or gets to parking
i’ve witnessed darkness, why i get lit, and spit this jargon
i suggest you come and take a bite, or quit the barking
so many rappers who think they can flow, got that heat but they cold, plus they weak and they old
i’m speaking in code, but never a mumbler, coming up, tell me how deep will i go
i’m freaking the flow, and keeping it low, she geeking to know, just who i am
you da man, but i’m a beast, that’s known to feast on stupid plans
i’m super man, no kryptonite, you coming with lyrical clips alright
i’m coming with lasers up out of my eyes, your red dot, i live that life
ya’ll be on dem private jets, but me, i got the gift of flight
feeding off of the fire in the sky you can’t even get a light (burnt)

verse 2
coming with fire to leave em all lit up now get up i’m something like lucifer burning
thinking you going to heaven but stepping to desmond, you finna be losing and learning
abuse em and hurt em, i don’t wanna pull out my heater, but see they be choosing the burner
no proof of the murders, they call it the booth, but truth be told, they caught in a furnace
thank god, i’ma thermos, i’m holding this heat, like thanos, these battles are done when i snap
scheming to tattle, i’m turning they beef into cattle, there’s really no touching my raps
repping my map, 541 on my back, hands up in the back
really could care less when haters be hating, cuz women they dating be loving my tracks
puff puff and i p-ss, never to mess up rotation, plus i’m the best in the nation
testing my patience, like an accordion, sorry ain’t heard of ya, check ya location
death to my patients, turn into dr. kevorkian, murder with less innovation
left in a cage and, flavored like cajun, eat you and beat you, on separate occasions
not in a race and my weapon ain’t racist, take 10 paces, sever their faces
picture a pitcher vs soldier, that’s leaving ‘em running on home, when they step on the bases
effortless maintenance, even the smallest of effort amazes, left ‘em in dazes
days is, turning to weeks, they all turning weak, whenever i catch ‘em in blazes
get in ya places!

- def davyne

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