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cassidy - cash out (freestyle) lyrics

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[hook:]
got a thousand grams so i ride around with my chopper
keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka
my closet got more sneakes than a foot locker
and every day i stuff my face with steak and lobsters
got a kilo on my wrist b-tch i’m cashin’ out
got a kilo on my neck yes i’m cashin’ out
got a thousand grams so i ride around with my chopper
keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka

[verse 1:]
i’m high that’s why i be in my zone
grams of that grand daddy i be getting stoned
this chicks are d-mn, daddy why you never call my phone?
don’t you kids got a d-mn daddy b-tch leave me alone
i’m not tryna hear your problems, i’ve got problems of my own
like mixing syrup with ciroc and mixing mollys with patron
if you f-ck the first night then i might probably take you home
and if you swallowing the pipe then you could probly get a loan
you could owe me but you gotta blow me like a saxophone
’cause you wasn’t with me rappin on that microphone
b-tch, you need a lot but you don’t think a lot
’cause you drink a lot and smoke weed a lot
but i can tell you don’t read a lot
’cause you’re talking stupid you need to stop
just call me when you need the c-ck
and i’ll call you when i need to pop
i need the gwuap so i need a chick
that don’t need sh-t she just need the d-ck
the weed get lit til’ i’m p-ssing out
b-tch i’m about to put another cl-ssic out
i’m spazzing out, i’m not a has been
i get the cash in then i’m cashin’ out

[verse 2:]
louie’s got the grams but still we gotta heat ’em
i’m a pill it if you say that i’m a deal your wrist watch
i’m a chill it, i’m a make you n-gg-s feel it
if it’s lookin’, i’m a grill it, told you n-gg-s i’m a kill it
jag keep it real, chubby pocket swole up
the whole know as soon as we roll up
i’m like roll up, a ho hold up
cause these b-tches out tonight, they know us
they lean on me, they, they called up
they stand around cause we poured up
i’m turnt up like so what
sh-t movin fast but i’m slowed up
she loose loose, fat’o thang like bruce bruce
f-ck nearly she -ssed out
cause we rackin’ up, yup we cashed out
chubby

[hook]

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