Cassidy - Catch A Body (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Cassidy - Catch A Body (Lyrics - Paroles)

Cassidy - Catch A Body (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Verse 1: Cassidy]
My tongue like a gun, itís time to let a slugs spray
I been made RAID, but I ainít running out of bug spray
He been a fagot, that nigga always was gay
See he a man bitch, twerking on a man dick
Yíall, he grab balls, no damn nit
But yíall ainít catch it, Iím infected, Iím too damn sick
They goní have this verse bumping like a damn zit
Cause this like tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog bite
Iím like high beams, you a fog light
You canít shine, cause your rhymes just alright
Iím off nigga, soft niggas live a hard life
And I donít never have an off night
Iím always on my J-O, this a second round K-O
I heard your diss but that shit weak
And you switch beats, thatís the same shit I did on RAID yo
This nigga soft like Play-Doh
I spit fuego, my dudes is moving if I say so
They stay with toasters like an Eggo
Them dudes sick, they a stick a pool stick in your A-hole
Ayo, a been had killers on the pay role
When you was still playing with a Lego
I never wore fake Air Force 1′s
Iím in the studio in Gucciís and Air Force guns
You ainít nothing like us, Iím the nicest
I was jumping in ciphers while you was in diapers
So donít disrespect a grown man
Cause Iíll cut your arm off, then smack you with your own hand
Man you said I shoulda died in that car crash
Well Iímma soak you in car gas and light a match
You should stop writing raps cause your bars trash
Iíll have your fraud ass, look like cigar ash
Dag, all burnt the fuck up
You shoulda been learnt that I was turned to fuck up
You said I wear purple Dickies, with du-rag and a 5 X-T
But you dress like a true fag
Tight ass shirts, squeezing your man breasts
Tight ass pants, looking like Spandex
You better stop it, or you get popped like a Xanax
Iím still feeling myself, no hand sex
Yeah, I wasnít there when the cops came
But how you know, you wasnít there when the shots bang
Them cats ratted on me when the cops came
Iím a fucking G, Iíll show you my discovery
For real, I ainít take a deal on my man
I took it to trial, and they squealed on my man
Your career going downhill, I feel for you man
I been having skills man, chill, you a fan
Iím still ill man, and you still a fuck corny
I think this nigga Meek Millz got a crush on me
Iím doing me, I ainít worrying íbout your monkey ass
It look like this nigga wearing a monkey mask
You trash, donít get gassed with your funky ass
You last like a year or two, but your career through
You terrible, why the fuck would I be scared of you
What the hell you telling Cass what your yelling ass
My record five thousand and zero
I ainít ever lost, Iímma boss, youís a weirdo
You try to act like you a street nigga
But you weak nigga, you ainít Mike Knox or Black Dinero
There a lot of Philly niggas that be extra ill
But you just a silly niggas with a record deal
And you a ugly nigga trynaí have sex appeal
You a Ryder yeaaaa? Get the fuck outta here
Iím put you on the entrťe
Itís fucked up what you did to that nigga Lil and Conway
They was the same cats that came up with you
But you ainít break bread, so they ainít fuck with you
You be rhyminí all the time like you bust pistols
But nigga you ainít got the heart to do it
Stop talking stupid, I ride out, you need starter fluid
Iím tryna keep the game alive, but itís hard to do it
Cause all these artists make garbage music
Thatís why I only listen to myself and my artist music
We got the hardest music, you so soft in your pillow bag
I go hard like a Brillo pad
You Mom said I was your Dad, I should be feeling bad
Cause I missed your whole childhood, and thatís really sad
She really mad that I donít deal with your silly ass
I did pop ya Mom, but you was not mine
Naw, Iím íbout to call Maury on the hot line
And get a DNA, cause you know what heía say
(You are not) the father, damn right
These chicks you be screwing could ruin ya damn life
I got a whole lot of Sons,
But the only biological ones is with my damn wife
Wife is a gamble, so you better role the damn dice
The right type of way or you gotta price to pay
Aye, I stay wire, you already know
Higher then a helium balloon when you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a whole dutch
Of that great haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up
You know what, Iím too damn good
So Iímma blow up like tryna microwave a canned good
Ya man good, I spray mine
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walking in the damn hood
Now I spit new bars over old beats
My flow heat, I got a hot head not cold feet
I roll leaf, get higher then the bloody nose seats
You so sweet, from Monday to Sunday you so weak
Iím so street, I know you donít want no beef
Cause when I put the caps in your grill, it ainít gold teeth
I throw bullets like a QB, go deep
Cause when I blast rounds, itíll be your last down
(Pratt, prattt, pratt), be the last sound
That you ever hear, blood will be squirting everywhere
You dead, your headíll look like it was never there
Yeah, Iíll that tough talkingíll get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and your main slut fuck off and
I pick her up, and get my dick sucked, fuck talking
And I stopped wearing jewels, I donít wanna shine
Cause even in the Summer time it be the fuck hawking
Iím still balling, 40 points and assists
Iíve been the shit, you ainít about that life, you ainít into this
Sit the bench, you canít ball on the injured list
Iíll end you career for free to be generous
Iím not a feminist, I get more chicks then Ellen Degeneres
But this dick from with benefits
You been a bitch, nobody think you a thug
Cause you a made plenty scenes in Ďem skinny jeans
Iíll make you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug, blow your ass to smithereens
And you said you fucked my girl, thatís bullshit
But me and my wife had a mťnage with your bitch
Bul hit, then I came on the hard lips
Then sent her home, and you was kissing the whole lip
Letís get shit straight, I had my dick in that bitch face
So you should let him know how my dick taste
Those corny bars you done set already
You already know I heard it on the radio in February
You had to wait 8 months to respond back
Nigga you ainít ready for combat, your rhymes wack
Yea, Iím prolly on the molly and some Cognac
But Iímma make Rick Ross, rip up your contract
Iím too real, you ainít never had true skills
I ainít broke man, Iím still worth a few mill
You remind me of Sisqů from Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil Snupe killed
And you only ride out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I donít like you nigga
I spit cooked crack, I put that on the Bible nigga
I pack guns, to Jackson like Michael nigga
And all your bars is recycled nigga,
I got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of times
And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross
Shit your boss stole his name, got him pissed off
Cause he was really in the street knocking bricks off
Kilo after kilo, and yours was a C.O.
The last time we ran into each other
You was like, ďCass letís do a song, you know you tha HustlaĒ
Yeah, I run my city like Broad street
Do you really wanna take it there, is you sure Meek
The next time, Iímma slaughter one of your beats
The streets goní be like, ďCass spazzed on the bul MeekĒ
Yeah, I keep rapping ítil the track stop
I spit crack rock, Meek donít act shocked
Iímma a legend, you know what I did already
Everybody know I bodied you, and your crib already
I bodied you on every song that we ever made
Then I bodied you again when I put together RAID
This fight right here, is an easy win
Everybody íbout to Tweet, ďCass bodied Meek againĒ
I know Iím getting underneath your skin
He prolly in his Phantom, having a temper tantrum
Iímma always have the fucking belt
Iímma body you, so you can ghost write for your fucking self
I donít wanna hear nothing else
Yo, just go cut your dick off and go fuck your self

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Titre: Catch A Body
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