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cassidy – you can get it lyrics

you want it? then you can get it any day
you want it? then you can get it any day
you want it? then you can get it any day
’cause i stays in the streets 7 days of the week
you want it? then you can get it any day
you want it? then you can get it any day
you want it? then you can get it any day
’cause i stays in the streets 7 days of the week

if you want it, you can get it any day
you better stay in this lane ’cause he in the way, any day
i give him every bullet in the k
have the gun smoking like a chimney when the semi spray
if he say that he nicer than me, he lying
he act up and get hyper with me, he dying
this n-gg- weak, it’s like a sheep against a f-cking lion
only queers shed tears, why you f-cking crying?
i’ll throw you off a plane while it’s f-cking flying
watch you skydive and smack the ground like a high-five
if it’s beef like five thighs
then i’mma go hamburger and i’mma get that man murdered
reach for the d-mn weapon to teach him a d-mn lesson
blaze the smith ‘n’ wesson that can cave a caveman chest in
i’ve got an infection, i’m ill, y’all can’t rhyme
if you want it, you can get it dog, any d-mn time

i’m off the hook like the choruses you hear
i’m off the hook like a cordless to your ear
i ride till the wheels fall off, but you know i brought a spare
i keep it pushing, i know you read the tortoise and the hare
but homie only tell lies
’cause he’ll only let a sh-ll fly if he throw a tortoise in the air
lead pop, head shots, now his thoughts is in the air
i shoot the heater, you can either be a corpse in a chair
yeah, this man must’ve lost his d-mn mind
he only hang around p-ss-es like a tampon and he can’t rhyme
i go to a sword fight with a hand nine
so f-ck you, your mom, your pop and both of your grandmoms
a real n-gg- you will never be
so you can choose to pay your dues or get bullets out the beretta free
let’s spray it out, it’s whatever with me
i’ll lay you out, have you looking like the lowercase letter t

life like a roll of the dice but you never seen me crack
i get cash and my chick -ss extremely fat
i’m about to get my zucchini waxed
’cause there’s a lotta p-ssy here, so i’m on it, i’m like bikini wax
i held my city down for years, ask beanie mac
ten straight summers, you fake, i hate fronters
i deal with straight numbers like a calculus cl-ss
and you just be talking sh-t, get your mouth out your -ss
you ain’t been through what i’ve been through
so when you spin through
i clap through the back window, put your scalp on the dash
i don’t care about the cars and all the houses you have
’cause you a b-tch, you should get a skirt, blouse and a bag
c-ss iller than every f-cking body
and i roll with killers, if you think you realer come and f-cking try me
’cause they won’t hesitate
to hack a n-gg- with the machete and separate his lower from his upper body

- cassidy lyrics

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