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casisdead - leon best lyrics

[intro]
you warriors are good
real good. x2

[verse 1]
i’m spitting sick
sweets got me feeling sick
diets strict
strictly drugs and drink
50/50 split
i used to be a skinny little chicken sh-t
total 360 quick
bet you don’t catch me slip
code triple six, dead as route 66
i’m the best thing to happen here since 66
born in 86, got a house out in the sticks
no say i’ve got the bricks
no money hit the bricks
bad chicks, mai tai’s, swizzle sticks
yeah my trumpets are popping off, rizzle kicks
cat hits me up, says he wants a little fix
two brown and two white, little mix

[hook]
hanging out the window
i’m whiling out because i’m young
feeling like i’m number one
feeling like (the best)
dizzle got me acting dumb
still got resi on my gum
my whole mouth is f-cking numb

[verse 2]
nah i ain’t a bl–dy c0ke head
but in retrospect
i was doing more lines than a f-cking etch-a-sketch
my lengs correct, doubt me
care to hedge a bet
pay me or we debt collect
boys be round in just a sec
no disrespect, but your girls a total sket
stuffed her face with blow and ket
that’s a lunch she won’t forget
i got no regrets
life’s a b-tch and then you’re dead
that’s a fate that i accept
ain’t got time to be upset
i’m smoking gret
credit crunch ain’t over yet
fl!ckin’ through the ol’ gazette
checkin’ out the homes to let
tryna set up shop
get me doe, i got dough to get
and you know i get more special k than your local vet

[hook]
hanging out the window
i’m whiling out because i’m young
feeling like i’m number one
feeling like (the best)
dizzle got me actin’ dumb
still got resi on my gum
my whole mouth is f-cking numb

[verse 3]
this bird can’t get over me
she says it openly
i smashed the granny out of her
cat b the ovaries (write off)
b-tches see me round town
i’m looking over reem
you know i lay ’em out flat, bang, overeem
labels aubergine
and its only cos the food i serve is haute cuisine
i got their brains swimming in dopamine
these dope fiends ain’t got no hope of going clean
from burnley to bermondsey
i got the cats burning pipes for me permanently
it’s mad cos my bird loves to burn my p’s
shoes look like she walked through a murder scene, seen

- casisdead lyrics

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