F.I.R.E PT. 7
• Written by LyricLee
Hook: D-d-DROP THAT HEAT.
All them niggas out there...D-D-D-DROP THAT HEAT!
Do it for the streets, do it for the slums. Fuck,
D-D-D-D-DROP THAT HEAT!
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