Cassidy

Cassidy - Blood Pressure lyrics

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(feat. Swizz Beatz)



[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 pipe suck  by your girl and them

If you a thug, stop girlin' then

If I see a car in traffic, I'm a jack it (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]
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Language: English

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