Cassidy - Blackout - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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(Verse 1: Jag) Chubby, I be ballin' I got mean game But got bills, I'm always needing cream mane Stash get low, I'm in the bank with the thing mane Mad scope but na I ain't Bruce Wayne or Dean Cain And I ain't Liu Kang or Ving Rhames So no I don't know karate baby boy but got a mean aim I'm straight real all these other niggas fake as hell Spit I can tell you about bars like I escaped from jail, Killed Tracks I bet you snitches can't wait to tell Certified try and check my weight I'll probably break the scale Niggas sooner found in line homie keep the hating I'm bout to drop after Cass and the streets is waiting Chill if I think that you can fight like when I see you're asian Then fuck boxing nigga heat is blazin' he amazing Chubby, They don't wan't let the guy shine I'm in that Royce, but I ain't 5'9" See I'm a boss nigga read between the guidelines I'm prime time nigga all you do is ride pine I give you one shot two shot three shot four of dem Shoot and don't leave until the morgue start exploring him We in here, hit the A&R's we need more of them Try and get stupid rich a mill will still poor to him Crazy with the it ins money got me buying shit I know I can't fit in That's just because I like the whip I'm dark skinned ya'll you know I had to light my wrist Dumb good I rap like a nun would, nice as shit Since a youngin' I was pipin' chicks You couldn't mack the bitches already fucked in your nicest fit The newest king and I'm coming for the ring Frodo I'm on that ass like a chilo go poppin' shit Hot as shit, bless you just acknowledge it He movin' them ostriches Plus keep two in the Glock to spit Caveman jewels gotta chain to put some rocks in it Turn into a theif and I will turn into Stojakovic, Jag I'm gettin' money and my bread up I wear shit you can't rock You can't cop so you fed up And no I never had relations with the feds but My 5-0 a make yo head bust stiff and rotten Fuck the law and fuck ya'll we can get it poppin' Niggas drop and die or get killed homie pick a option Ya I'm hot like slaves when they was picking cotton But I was pimpin' pickin' breezys before this shit was poppin' I gave her dick and knocked the bitch unconscious So you see now She wit you for the rebound like Dennis Rodman I'm in the Maybach tv watchin' And I'm talkin' bout the CD droppin' I can't see me stoppin' I'm in the strip club breezys flockin' Bitch's asscrack beedy poppin' See I got hella cake We made men see us celebrate That car jet away Watch money elevate, Chubby And I ain't sweet I ain't homo I ain't eyeing dude But try and move look stupid see this iron move I ain't a hater what you tryna' prove I'm in there buying shoes Shining on the island with my diamond jewels Fuck with me I can triple what you tryna' move Take your cake throw you in the lake you be pyranha food I'm from the streets but I be rhymin' smooth Old School glasses got the bitches yellin' chubby lookin' kind of smooth This gettin' money shit is kinda' cool Me and Cass chandelier shoppin' buyin' houses with designer pools And to the top where niggas tryna' move You wanna play, you must be tryna' lose, I'm standing in Obama's shoes And for them Presies nigga triggas will blow It's the flyest fat nigga you know I'm that nigga you know (Verse 2: Cassidy) Your heart pump fear you look scared every time I see you You're see through and bitch I'm the shit nigga Pee You I'm a gangsta I do the shit that a G do I'm not Omarion but stay with the K like B2 You can't run I keep the hand gun with me to The Desert Eagle will blow your mind like SP do I gotta eat and got kids I gotta feed to I'm in the street like Swiss Beats I got keys to I get brain like an SAT do Your girl tongue be licking the little hole that I pee through My jury make ya rum colder than MR. Freeze do But I spit hot as the liquid that killed the T to Don't go to Philly less you need to Cus they a kill you dog thats why Vick play for the Eagles It's like watching a state property sequal My young gunner kill you for free like B Siegel O he a spark it crack your head wide open Clap lead make you die with your eyes wide open I'm high smokin', drunk drinkin' and hungry eatin' Me being nice is the only reason that homie breathing Homie even open his mouth I'll have my homie squeeze A homie bleed a hole in his head it's over he dead My bars go over your head cus you don't know much You never sold coke or sold smoke to fill up no dutch They say I rap about guns to much but so what If they had a gun class in school I would've showed up All my fans like damn man what's the hold up We need to hear the message You left the game slowed up I know but I'm better than ever I stepped my flow up I signed at 17 na mean I had to grow up I'm niggas favorite but my business wasn't situated Fuck if niggas hate it I refuse to get manipulated A decade a nigga waited but a nigga made it Soon as I walked in the strip club it precipitated Ya thunderstorm my dick they jumpin' on After a couple lap dances, your couple hundred is gone I love hanging around woman with nothing on Cus I been a pimp ever since I was fucking born Lamborghinis Ferraris a couple hundred a jawn And what the fuck you niggas doin, you fucking drawn When I was in the county jail if a nigga act a Fool I'll lose y cool and then smack the Shit out a nigga Get niggas to kidnap ya And stab you the fuck up for a couple suits and some backer I stay high and I'm fly as a high jacker And I should be in everybody top five rappers Cus I ain't just rappin' that shouldn't happen Let's get it crackin' Like chiropractors and poppin' like firecrackers I spit fire I really inspire rappers And I'm in the street, I should've been one of the wire actors HAHAHA A lot of rappers can't stand me now Cus I'm better than every rapper I stand around My new chain the same color as a banana now And you got on your man watch, that's a handmedown Yo I'm the CEO of Larsiny Family now When I'm a family man trying to hold my whole family down I'm making money, take it from me I don't think so My hammer blaze like the man I made on Saints Row Crystal head vodka, the cup where the drank go The dutch where I put in the haze and that shit stank yo Some niggas stupid, they don't think yo So I keep the AK-47 like Kirilenko Even niggas in Utah know I'm to raw And all you a shoot is a cue ball, screw ya'll Who ya'll, nobody man I chew ya'll I'm the best that mean I"m way better than you are Ya I'm the truth and you a fraud You a broad the new version of RuPaul Man I see right through ya'll
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