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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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