Fire Sale

Lyrics

Good job, Dera
 This for the people that rebuy, resale, replay
 I don't have time for your email
 Don't pay attention to detail
 Kick it with brothers, you geeking off females
 Going out bad, picking up bro
 I ain't got gas, he don't want no smoke
 Get to my bag, I can't choke it, yeah
 Chop up the mull and I'm floating, yeah, huh
 Yo, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
 Wait, wait, wait, wait
 Stop that shit, stop that shit
 I wanna try and do something like
 Maybe a little different
 Dera hit that shit
 This for the people that rebuy, resale, replay
 I don't have time for your email
 Don't pay attention to detail
 Kick it with brothers, you geeking off females
 Going out bad, picking up bro
 I ain't got gas, he don't want no smoke
 Get to my bag, I can't choke it, yeah
 Chop up the mull and I'm floating, yeah, huh
 Okay, run up on me get sent back
 Claiming a G
 Beg somebody check that come like Ralph
 Won't leave 'til I wreck that
 Way too patient, don't wanna test that
 Every little move you're making
 Swear down, you ain't never touched no pagan
 Talk 'bout chings like your gang Asian
 Wanna be badman, loose on the pavement
 Huh, like why would I lie?
 Talk 'bout me, get done by me
 Feds question, I don't know why, huh
 You ain't never been on glides
 Ask them about you and my man lied, yeah
 Talk 'bout this and chat 'bout that
 Guess what, you're a fucking spy
 Ooh, huh, yeah
 This for the people that rebuy, resale, replay
 I don't have time for your email
 Don't pay attention to detail
 Kick it with brothers, you geeking off females
 Going out bad, picking up bro
 I ain't got gas, he don't want no smoke
 Get to my bag, yeah, huh
 Get to my bag, yeah, yeah
 When I hit that earn, gotta cover my face
 Little opp boy leg it like race
 Six man deep, go fill up the case
 Break it back down, then cut it, no shape
 Huh, backpage no book, them boy they're shook
 But I know I can't leave no trace
 Ain't no runnin', no chase
 Go get to the base
 New stainless tucked in my waist
 Huh, how many ops you dug up?
 That man fibbin', not my brother
 Stroll down Cobham, suck your mother
 Only come south when they move in numbers
 Pray I don't dash when they pulling that thunder
 Ten toes down 'till they put a man under
 Under, put him in a box like Kfry
 Them guys wanna come fish like usser, huh
 Like usser? Nah I meant fuckin' Usher
 You fuck
 This for the people that rebuy, resale, replay
 I don't have time for your email
 Don't pay attention to detail
 Kick it with brothers, you geeking off females
 Going out bad, picking up bro
 I ain't got gas, he don't want no smoke
 Get to my bag, I can't choke it, yeah
 Chop up the mull and I'm floating, yeah, huh
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:44
Key
11
Tempo
120 BPM

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