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My blood pressure's buildin' |
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It's Cassidy trick |
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It's Cassidy bitch |
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It's Cassidy clique |
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It's Cassidy beeyatch! |
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[Verse 1 - Cassidy] |
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Ayo, what'chu know 'bout this world I'm in |
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Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again |
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Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then |
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And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them |
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If you a thug, stop girlin' then |
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If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington |
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It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody |
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I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody |
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I got plenty biscuits |
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And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies |
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Watch how you talk to me man |
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Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand |
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Understand? |
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[Repeat Chorus] |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm the best in building, a prospect destined for millions |
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Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building |
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Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin' a steel in |
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Weapons directed, at ya' chest, neck and ya' grill and |
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Still, there's no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men |
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I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children |
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And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in |
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Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin' |
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Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and |
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Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin' |
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I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in |
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I might get arressted, but until then? |
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[Repeat Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin' |
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Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin' |
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Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and |
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Bitch, what muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in? |
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Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin' |
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(Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don't need it) |
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I'll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin' |
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Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin |
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Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin |
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And that's the reason, why you and whore is screamin' |
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Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin' them hammers |
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I'm focused like disposable cameras, nigga! |
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[Repeat Chorus until end] |
