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cassidy - otis lyrics

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[c-ssidy]
i’m so street, keep birds with no beat
keep the piece between my jeans and polo briefs,
don’t flow to no beat if your flow weak
that’s like wearing a mouth piece with no t–th

[chubby jag]
i be throwing bullets like, go deep
i clap mine, flat line, i’m hearing that slow beep,
my squad is in the spinning boy, you n-ggas is so cheap
with no heat, still be calling shots like mo cheeks

[c-ssidy]
you so weak, so sweet, n’ you don’t shoot yo’ heat
my yayo go cheap, i don’t get no sleep
i told you i’d air you our like a slow leak
but now on my gat fire, flat tire

[chubby jag]
there ain’t a cat flier, you n-ggas see the cheese
lie, haters be wanting me to bleed ’till the heat is squeezed
show me guap, n-gga then i’ll let you see the ki’s
international player, we balling like the fiba league

[c-ssidy]
i got kids to need to feed, so i need the ki’s
but the judge throw a book at you, you don’t need to read,
please, i stay in dirt like a seed of weed
but to start my truck up, you don’t even need the keys

[chubby jag]
larsiny, we in this b-tch now, n-ggas need to leave
apply pressure 2 a n-ggas neck, he don’t need to breathe
feeling it, addicted to k!lling sh-t, gotta feed the need
i’ll be quick to take a rat out, a n-gga need the cheese

[c-ssidy]
nah’mean, scream at me if you need the trees,
or the white b-tch, i work the morning and the night shift
and philly, i’m a wheelie like a bike trick
i like chicks that like chicks, but like d-cks

[chubby jag]
swear they don’t do it like this, i’m on some ice sh-t
cold, beat a n-gga like night sticks, i write sick
why i got the game in a tight grip
you n-gga been done, you vince young, i’m mike vick

[c-ssidy]
i drive all type whips, ice on my left and my right wrist
to open up my jury box, i gotta ice pick sh-t
i let the white flip, i don’t just write hits,
i let the knife fl!ck, and keep the pipe on my right hip

[chubby jag]
and for the right price, i can get you the right brick
white wrists, a plushed out house, and a nice whip
hustled man chef, everything that i make good, bake good
you mr. go n get it like ace hood

[c-ssidy]
i’m from a get shot in the face hood
get bodied with the shotty, sh-t you gon’ need a bullet proof body suit
i’ll f-ck an ugly b-tch if her body cute
if a b-tch got t-ts, and a fatty, it get nasty

[chubby jag]
tell ’em get at me, probs then i got to shoot
yeah i got the work, and it’s good, come and cop a few
plus i got a crib, got a jag, and a chopper to
a1, sh-t you selling -ss, like a prost-tute

[c-ssidy]
and i’ll let the chopper shoot if i need it to
i spit the stuff n-ggas shooting up with the needles do
to get some illegal money what you need to do
you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, you gotta read it through

[chubby jag]
best out to me and you, winning n-ggas see the ring
everybody on the squad, shooting n-ggas, we the team
straight, all i run with is apes, do my caesar thing
everybody watching the throne, should know that we the king

- cassidy lyrics

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