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letra de hot fire - mista doesha

[intro]
lupah phaiym
they thought it was over! let’s get it!

[verse 1: mista doesha]
hip hop is in my blood, jill told me i’m the dopest
spittin’ lyrics like i’m breathing, do no practice, i just know it, know it
leave no room for haters saying that i should retire
doesha steady on that dial, i only spit that hot fire
make room for this counterboy eating competition
be the best, ain’t no giving in, that’s my only mission
you want a test? you’re feeling froggy, bet you jump, bet you jump
got them goons with them choppers and they dump, and they dump
ain’t no pumpkin, i’m smart enough to stay away from dumb sh-t
make a better situation for the ones i run with
cars ain’t a factor, let the uber do the duty
pull up to the studi, jp, spek, and slyz is watching movies
but it’s cool ’cause we eating and the family on flame
homie said i’d never make it, i forget that hater’s name
steady busy on my grizzy, can’t n0body tell me sh-t
bandit taught me how to do this over here i represent

[chorus: mista doesha & zodeak]
i’m not an ordinary rapper, i’m a motherf-cking beast
you gon’ wind up on the table when we feast
whether jeans or some khakis, there’s a motherf-cking crease
the sun is rising in the west but it’s setting in the east
golf hat or a fitted, either way i’m coming with it
and your brain’s gonna end up in your fitted
if it’s fire then i spitted, if you smell it then i sh-tted
you gon’ burn to death in this big fire that we litted
[verse 2: zodeak]
b-tch ass rappers, sit your p-ssy asses down
i don’t want to hear a verse, i just want to punch you in the mouth
don’t even step to me if your jeans don’t fit
y’all the type to get a deal, you take a d-ck on your lips
i’m the type to run up in the virgin records with a full clip
with a demo in hand like b-tch, you need to play this
and put this on your radio playlist or i’ma bomb the building
timothy mcveigh, assassinate masonic children
y’all probably grew up bumpin’ soulja boy
i was crushin’ up chalk when you was playin’ with toys
i play some metal, how does that sound?
i beat you down with a grin on my face, pantera in the background
y’all motherf-ckers need to respect walk
’cause if you say some dumb sh-t, we gon’ fix your talk
and you can make a diss track but ain’t n0body gon’ be hearin’ it
you calling out my dogs like a b-tch on her period

- mista doesha

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