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Tytuł: Blood pressure

  • Wykonawca: Cassidy
  • Wy¶wietleń: 302
(Chorus - Swizz Beatz)
   My blood pressure's buildin' (4x)
   It's Cassidy trick
   It's Cassidy bitch
   It's Cassidy clique
   It's Cassidy beeyatch!
  
   (Verse 1 - Cassidy)
   Ayo, what'chu know 'bout this world I'm in
   Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again
   Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then
   And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
   If you a thug, stop girlin' then
   If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jacket like Burlington
   It's Cassidy, who's thorough as him, nobody
   I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody
   I got plenty biscuits
   And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies
   Watch how you talk to me man
   Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand
   Understand?
  
   (Repeat Chorus)
  
   (Verse 2)
   I'm the best in building, a prospect destined for millions
   Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building
   Catch feelings? You be wet, catchin' a steel in
   Weapons directed, at ya' chest, neck and ya' grill and
   Still, there's no regrets, but I confessed that I kill men
   I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children
   And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in
   Yes I will win, when I spill extra appealin'
   Come to Limekill, we got them exstasy pills and
   Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin'
   I got a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in
   I might get arressted, but until then?
  
   (Repeat Chorus)
  
   (Verse 3)
   If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
   Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
   Click the four, grip your whore by her weave and
   Bitch, what muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in?
   Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin'
   (Uh, you got it dog, take it all, I don't need it)
   I'll clap you and have you on your carpet, bleedin'
   Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin
   Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin
   And that's the reason, why you and whore is screamin'
   Pull this, squeezed then if you holdin' them hammers
   I'm focused like disposable cameras, nigga!
  
   (Repeat Chorus until end)