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Cassidy - Can I Talk to You lyrics
(feat. Jadakiss) [Chorus] Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you C’mon c’mon c’mon (hey, let me holla at you) C’mon c’mon c’mon (yo, stop runnin from me) [Cassidy] A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man, And yea, I’m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it, Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta, Yea Kiss talk to em… [Jadakiss] You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death LP soon comin for yall bless bless Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S. And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress You love how I’m hurtin the track You wanna polly but I’m sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back Hand to hand like I’m workin the sack And I work out wit my arms so I’ll have no problem workin the mac Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers Hustled wit the best of them Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin I’m heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet [talking] Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back. [Chorus X2] [Cassidy] You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed Just copped some new 4-5’s and a fresh vest I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast Go head get yo beef on I’ll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on But it don’t matter cuz ya feets gone Now that’s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus You little boys better ease up Cuz them dudes you think hot’ll see Cass and then freeze up You wan’ scrap roll ya sleeves up But I’ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon’ flop you gon’ lose yo paper. [Chorus X2] [Jada] A yo, get it through ya head there’s no stopping me Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast If money was food yall niggas be fastin And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion In the like we runnin numbers Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us [Cassidy] They runnin from us cuz they petrified I lift guns for the exercise And I spray like insecticides You bugs better rcognize When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die You on some sucka shit So I’ll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit I done paid my dues so I’ll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food Bitch!!! [Chorus X2] |
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