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letra de aim 4 the head - cassidy

[hook]
[swizz beatz] (3x)
aim for the head
when you see ’em go get ’em n-gga
[the game]
yo c-ss’ lets they -ss know you ain’t playin’ wit ’em
[swizz beatz] (3x)
aim for the head
when you see ’em go get ’em n-gga
[c-ssidy]
yo game let them lames know you ain’t playin’ wit ’em

[the game]
i got my slugs on
gettin my thug on
new era, brim low
giovanni rims oh
phantom got curtains, you can’t see through the tints so
bought a .45 put the barrel on the window
it’s me and swizzle fo’ shizzle
v twizzle the pistols
c-ck it back if you carry a missle
can’t cross both of your arms, n-gga fold em back
if you miss soulja slim do the nolia clap
or recline the seats in the rover back
yeah it’s me and young c-ss’ ’til hov come back
you wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
you be the first n-gga to bring penny loafers back
why n-ggas wanna see me r-i-p
empty the clip in a n-gga before i d-i-e
prayin on my downfall like b-i-g
i be in the c-ckpit ridin dirty like t-i-p
po-po pull me over wanna see i-d
searchin my sh-t tryin to find my 3 times 3
they don’t know i got 4 times 4 in the backseat
wit enough bodies on it to get a n-gga 5 times 5
other n-ggas snitch on em
like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
he might have bricks on em
i’ll send a lil’ back like the brother of rich porter
run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
yeah

[c-ssidy]
sh-t real, i know how baggin a whole brick feel
big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
my chicks real, with the ménage and tip drills
gimme a m-ssage, yeah show me how them lips feel
i shinin’ cause i’m grindin’ on the strip still
and i grip steel, still keep the clips still
everything i spit real
everything i spit ill
everything i spit sick, for real ain’t sh-t switch
ain’t sh-t changed, like rick james i’m rich b-tch
get change big chain the wrist glist
i’m with game, i’mma make cake like bisquick
my album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
dont say sh-t b-tch, cause n-ggas wit the lip get
er’y one in the gun til it go cl!ck cl!ck
then i’mma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
palm over my forearm so i can shoot straight
i’m ’bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches
my flow dope like i go in the booth and shoot base
duece duece the skates in the coupe great
im not broke i cop c0ke by the suitcase
my boots laced i got base and them white ki’s
’bout to cop a convertible crib, like ice-t’s
and that ice on your sleeve thats light cheese
i spend a 100 g’s a year on white tees

[hook]

[the game] (2x)
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
if you wanna go to war then pop somethin
you can’t afford a swizz track n-gga stop frontin

- cassidy

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