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Lets go, uh
When niggaz see me in the street they be like there go double O again
He got the .357 set and he 'bout to let it go again
Switchin up this flow again, grindin up for that dough again
Your mans in that set trip, I'm 'bout to put a hole in him
Hands up plus lip, let me see ya'll niggaz bang
Hit a nigga in his head make 'em come about this chain
Homey I'm the best at this shit
I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on this shit
That niggaz perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks
We movin grindin on a new city gettin jacked suckin ain't no dick
And you can show if it ain't no purp-b
Our buns be color of pookey lips when they gave 'em that turkey
Been a long time comin, but my time is due
Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is blue
Caught away seats in the gray CL
Wit so many weight in the trunk
If you don't chop it the brick scale, nigga!

SAME THING IS GOING ON WITH ME OVER HERE IN TOGO

THATS MY NICCA

WE WILL MISS U BUHARI

ha ha big lie

Yeah! Guess who walk around with diamond chains and rings on 'em
A pair of throwback Jordan's, with the wings on 'em
With all this talking I'm guessin they got them things on 'em
'Cause if not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First of all I'm sup-posed to ball
I'm sup-posed to have coast to, coast to calls
And your niggaz on your cd's garbage
Yeah they shootin but they missin, sprayin up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggaz by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
'Cause the fans love us I'm nicer than grandmothers
I wake up get dressed put on my tan butters
It been this way since Puma's and Super Man cover's
A ice pick could do your liver harm
And have you screamin in the back of the club louder than Lil' Jon

my art

MONEY MONEY MONEY IS ALL I NEEED

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me with a forty and I started drinkin'
And from the eight-ball my breath start stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a love-vendor and slapped the ho
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out

THEM SHOES IS UGLY 4 REAL I CANNOT ROCK THOSE

DAVIDO SUCKS

LOVELY

UM HERE BABY

OOPS MY BAD

IM CHILLIN IN MY PHANTOM
THIS HOLLOWTIPS TRYNA HOLD EM
I BE SO FRESH SO CLEAN
MESS ARROUND WITH ME SLUG UP IN BETWEEN
IM THE RAP KING
NO WEEZY BUT BLING BLING

Brooce:
https://genius.com/Cassidy-untitled-8-minute-freestyle-lyrics

ha ha

flow so sick and retarted
niggas play ur part kid
i let fifth hit ya
u a bitch nigga
homey i got papers
luv my shorty the one i roll with
i might Bleep ur bitch

Brooce:
They say my lyrics outstanding/ punches after punches… with these fists? this sissy is who I’m pounding/
Right hook, she staggers… still tryna find balance….
like a busy accountant!/

my gunz blast you
ur bitch is like u
niggers hate like sticks
u can suck my dick
is freezy ask in the hood um the shit

Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on, I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs, still on the bricks
I'm dealing with six figures, niggas still on the strip

No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip
Like yeah, your bitch ass is trash, but I'm feeling her lips
That slut probably got my nut still on lips
So much ice in my watch I'm not feeling my wrist
Dont care if you clap and you filling them clips
Get a slug in your hat, gat still on your hips
If you a thug in your raps, why you pussy in real life?
A love-vendor on the mic and buy pussy in real life

Lay my mack down, I ain't tripping
I ain't slipping, I rap now I ain't tricking
I don't care if she pretty hoe, and I got Diddy dough
And I done had every bad bitch in the city, yo
And I learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks, that's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album when the summer due

What you gonna do? I know how I'll humble you
I ain't gonna rumble you, I'll put a gun to you
Look dog, I'm small, kinda slinky
Thats why I always got my paws on the blinky
And I can brawl like Winky
Radiant Rock, you can't see no flaws on my pinky
And I be stunting coz I pump crack
If you cats wore my chain for a month you'd be hunchbacked

Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back
I'm in the coupe and the roof where the trunk at
See I'm the truth, man I leave dudes nauseous
I had to prove who was the hardest and who's garbage
Imma make moves regardless
Coz I sound better than them veterans and I'm a new artist

fad the bomb, ask ya mom
Coz all of the pretty women think Cass a dime
And all of your little sisters think Cass is fine
Coz my rhymes acid and your asinine, bastard

wow she such a cry baby

100Barz:
Been Ill from Birth f**k if i Seek to Get Medical Help,
Jesus Christ pls let this Crooked Bastards Thinking of Crossing Bars know its Heretical as Well,
From Assaulting to Battering Cretins Daily with Erosive Flows,
now bitch's "Worse Off" than Way Worn Past Wear and Tear,
U, Spit Tight? Nah you just suffering as a "Dyspnean" living in Poorly Venti-Lated Spaces

ur flow aint harder then mine
homey i always shines
i put a nine to ur head and tell u ur bread in mine
me n ur bitch fuk all the time
i be on my grind tough
i dont Bleep with u hoes fadal gotta flow sicker then malaria hoe