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deadforest - Fire Sale lyrics

Artist: deadforest

album: The 75 EP: Deluxe Edition


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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