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i get bread - cassidy lyrics

yeah, the huslta’
philly! larsiny family
(apply pressure)
[hook:]
i get that bread boy.
i’m a hustla for real
i get that bread boy.
i’m worth a couple a mil.
i get that bread boy.
so f-ck how you feel. i ain’t broke i sell c-ke and got a couple a deals.
i get that bread boy.
yeah i’m a hustla for real
i get that bread boy.
i’m worth a couple a mil.
i get that bread boy.
so f-ck how you feel. to get rich i hit the strip like what the f-ck is the deal
[verse:]
when i pop the shotty, it got kick but it’s not karate.
and when i snap you take shots like, i’m like paparazzi.
i’m from philly, yo my city it’s a lotta bodies.
they murdaa like irv gotti they kamikaze.
doin music is my life yo it’s not a hobbie
i fell in love with hip-hop when i heard loddy doddy.
i’m like, i prolly could spit it and get money too.
cause i’m slick like rick and i’m fresh like dougie too.
i’m not a dummy, never did what the dummies do.
so i had the mil to burn ‘fore i turned 22.
i just threw the mazzaratti on 22, inches
cause just off interest my money grew.
i just turned 26, but i act my age.
i took care of all my bills, all my tax is paid.
i ain’t a killa but i will the rachet blades.
i grab ya toasta and smoke ya like a bag a haze.
you don’t behave like a gangsta, you artificial.
i spit like a colla co?, you a starta pistol.
it ain’t hard to diss you, i gotta lot to say like
acki wack, acki a rat, acki gay.
but what chu got to say, i’m killin the game.
my flow dope, this how da needle feel in ya vein.
i spit a dope 16 and you a dope fiend.
straight comatose, you would prolly overdose.
you could tell when i was younger hung around the older folks.
i’m the illest rapper, it don’t matter who sold the most.
life short but it ain’t over folks.
that’s why every day i pray to the father, son, and the holy ghost.
yeah i sold the c-ke, call me saint nicholas
cause on the strip i run through snow like it’s christmas.
but chu ain’t never flip a brick, you a hypocrite.
chicks on my d-ck cause i’m young, pretty, and rich as sh-t.
i grabbed 4 and a half then i flipped this sh-t.
now i’m a supplier like merlo on the wire.
you not a trappa, you a pathological liar.
get eat till ya teeth pull out with a pair of pliers.
yeah i’m fire but chu can’t throw water on me.
that’s why ya wife and ya daughter on me.
i got change, but it ain’t dimes, nickels, and quarters on me.
i got real cake, but chall n-gg-s real fake.
even though i’m real great, i still feel hate.
i might not got a grammy yet, but i’m still straight.
cause i’m still in the hood so i feel good.
and i don’t need security for me to feel safe.
i straight wish that i could make all you dudes that’s takin up sp-ce go take my homies in jail place.
i call weed that i sell great.
it’s sticky weed, with no sticks, no seeds, and it smell great.
and i ain’t tryna have a cell mate.
but i’m grindin cause time money.
i ain’t tryna be to h-ll late… early.
[hook:]
i get that bread boy.
i’m a hustla for real
i get that bread boy.
i’m worth a couple a mil.
i get that bread boy.
so f-ck how you feel. i ain’t broke i sell c-ke and got a couple a deals.
i get that bread boy.
yeah i’m a hustla for real
i get that bread boy.
i’m worth a couple a mil.
i get that bread boy.
so f-ck how you feel. to get rich i hit the strip like what the f-ck is the deal
i get that bread boy.

- cassidy lyrics

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