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Andre Santi - Resale Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse 1: Andre Santi]
I got this bag right in front of me
Find the new money, it's underneath
Sneaky lil' bitch got the drop on me
Sneaky lil' bitch call the cops on me
She call the law on me, down on me
What do you want from me
She got no offering (huh)
Rock with monogomy, she be on top of me
Only one that's really bothering (huh)
Fell to the side, she easy
Lookin' for the cash, we leanin' demons (hol' up)
[?] in the past, [?]
Flash your rack, lil' bitch
I don't need no reason (Ay)
Bitch, we need the cash
Oh she gon' fill up the bag (Ay, ay)
Steady poppin' tags
Bitch, we gon' hit up the bank (Ay, ay)

[Verse 2: Petti]
(Yeah) Resale, resale, [?] a new skill
Shooting at the cops
[?], no seatbelt
Bitch imma [?] in the black, need no help
Bread is all you gotta' feed it 'fore the new bill
Bitch, I'm uncertain 'bout all of the shit
Bitch, am I nervous to die in this shit?
Bitch, I need money from all of the kids (Ayy, ay ay)
[Verse 3: $ixx]
You don't want it, fuck around and come get it
Rapper hoe
Rapper boy
Rappin' for [?]
Pop a xan smoke a blunt, go get this money
I got no friends, she's no homies, you feel me?
I'm on some other shit, [?]
We get them bands, yeah, we poppin' them pillies
Pull up all pink bro, you best try to kill me
I see that plastic bro, you ain't no killer
If we face to face then I swing it like Miller
We did this shit our own, we don't need you
People like "don't you forget me, I need you"
That ain't my job bitch, I ain't trynna' feed you
Hol' up, wait
I speak the truth man, I really don't need you
Feeling like X, I don't know you bitch I got a means yeah (huh, yeah)
I got a means, yeah
We at the top, boy, I know that you see us
Trynna' ignore us, you cannot defeat us
I'm with your girl, now I'm all in her fetus
Baby girl come get this dick, I'm gon' feed you
Slob on my knob, lick it wet like some Fiji
Waterfall drip, on my nut, it be streamin'
Stones in my heads, they be shining, they gleamin' (huh, yeah)
Shining, they gleamin'
[Verse 4: lighttpink]
I want a bag, to buy me some worth
I need a new pack, to dig outta dirt
I need a new 'rari, to put on a skirt
That mean the new bitch gon' [?]
They say I'm fast, I follow these percs
They say I won't last, 'cause that shit not first
Say I got flavor, my drip makes it [?]
Careful who you target, no we can't converse
But [?] from the seat that you taking
Imma take off in a GT
Not Lambo', we racin'
But cash on your head
See the green lights we taking (uh)
Green lights we taking (uh)
And none of the people I came with
Got less then a grand in their pocket
'Cause fam we made it
Put [?] in my wallet, stash bread in the closet
And drugs in the basement (huh, huh)

[Verse 5: DKAI]
You got me inside my head
And I told you 'bout what I said
Gimme, keep me
Onto my left
And while we're facing your bed
Last try, here we go
I won't say no
Don't fool yourself
And I won't take no rose, yeah
Last try, here we go
I won't say no
Last try, here we go
I won't say no