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joe padre - fyer lyrics

intro
ride for me, time for, ahh, fire, fire, that’s the fire

chorus
you say you on a grind for me, ain’t got no time for her
ain’t got no eye for, testify, that’s the fire, yeah that’s the fyer
you say you wanna grind for me, ain’t got no time for
ain’t got no time for, testify, that’s the fire, yeah that’s the fyer

verse
two degrees short from graduate don’t drop outta knowledge tho
black top hat, rose-lapel, bulleit, no tonic hoe
that’s criminal slang and, i’m ten ex flippin’-pistol grip
the money get it italian fitted go fish
cinder blockin’ on all you rappers toes, medallions h-lla gold
don’t make them like this, the byzantinian out of mykonos
fly sh-t, is my sh-t gonna spread
wild fire, red ducatti and she’s my little corvette
hidden hand p-ss the torch please, feelin’ the night freeze
i ain’t no pisces, moon walk and then my eyes bleed
i’m wavy out the sea my eyes lookin’ twice, green
sicilian biggavellian f-ck up your pipe dreams
stay grindin’ hard on the humble, who bang though
feel like i lived a thousand lives, on the strangle (d-mn)
saw through so many lies, poverty riches wives
blow out the leaf and rise, she headed back to mine

bridge
oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

verse
part the seas from all the evil beings phonies and demons-
cross the street, my osiris lethal
but my tongue hold the key to the beat
re-public-enemy go, triple black, two seater
express lane summer fever, hundred degrees still got the heater
if i catch a co-case, i’ll be out with no trace
f-ck the judge, f-ck the jury, the balif and da
i orbit out dimensions, send hashtags out no mentions
my kanga leather duffle back anonymous still flexin’
underground facilitacious-swervacious makin’ papers
threatning the greatest, while i make my own language
this is heinous is what they sayin’ i’m predicate to the majors
i be slayin’… raisin’ the bar while they hatin’ i ain’t satan
i’m more like god, and he don’t eat bacon, where the steak
roamin’ the countryside fillet f-ck the flank take the bank
risk it all, that’s the faith, bet the wraith
yeah i be hustlin on the pavement today

chorus
you say you on a grind for me, ain’t got no time for her
ain’t got no eye for, testify, that’s the fire, yeah that’s the fyer

bridge
oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, that’s the fyer

- joe padre lyrics

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