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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dali
Dali
Performer
David Likinyo
David Likinyo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dali
Dali
Songwriter
David Likinyo
David Likinyo
Songwriter
Boopay Mutamba
Boopay Mutamba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BoopayBeKillinEm
BoopayBeKillinEm
Producer
Row Black
Row Black
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Man I bring that hellfire, burn tire Skid round in the latest attire Nike Tech boy we don't wear designer Touch ground with a foreign supplier Hellfire no bonfire Got loud but my loud is higher Judas boy I know you're a liar Get cut dip man in the fryer Man I bring that hellfire, burn tire Skid round in the latest attire Nike Tech boy we don't wear designer Touch ground with a foreign supplier Hellfire no bonfire Got loud but my loud is higher Judas boy I know you're a liar Get cut dip man in the fryer Them bruddas just old like the wire Them bruddas like Elba And I'm like Will Smith in the scene where he lives in the shelter No names that's D for Delta When I gave her D man the D just melt her And not new to stress cause Man I have stress cause I'm young and I'm reckless That's London put your Ls up North East South West everybody pepper Hot step I'm a stepper Air force ones on my feet can't be fresher No noise like a Tesla Bruddas wan' squeak like a rat give 'em pressure Booker T I'm a wrestler Bruddas wan' speak on my name give 'em headlock Man I bring that hellfire, burn tire Skid round in the latest attire Nike Tech boy we don't wear designer Touch ground with a foreign supplier Hellfire no bonfire Got loud but my loud is higher Judas boy I know you're a liar Get cut dip man in the fryer Man I bring that hellfire, burn tire Skid round in the latest attire Nike Tech boy we don't wear designer Touch ground with a foreign supplier Hellfire no bonfire Got loud but my loud is higher Judas boy I know you're a liar Get cut dip man in the fryer Got no trim so you know I've been grinding Man slow it down cause it's all about timing Man just talk they ain't slick when they're rhyming Not on my level got a long way to climb in top of the mountain Bare chest shouting king of the world tense my pecs as I'm pounding Haters surrounding New ways I'm sprouting Paper cuts from all this money I'm counting My balance outstanding your balance outstanding Hinduism God all these pots got my hands in Death threats on death threats but still here I'm standing Said he's a shooter but don't hear no banging Never relaxing, revolution planning Thought I was a mercenary way that I ran in My bredrins I'm backin' Don't shy from no action And smoking on bud will not bring satisfaction Man I bring that hellfire, burn tire Skid round in the latest attire Nike Tech boy we don't wear designer Touch ground with a foreign supplier Hellfire no bonfire Got loud but my loud is higher Judas boy I know you're a liar Get cut dip man in the fryer Man I bring that hellfire, burn tire Skid round in the latest attire Nike Tech boy we don't wear designer Touch ground with a foreign supplier Hellfire no bonfire Got loud but my loud is higher Judas boy I know you're a liar Get cut dip man in the fryer
Writer(s): Dali, David Likinyo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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