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letra de i get that bread boy - cassidy

[intro]
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 c0ke 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 1]
when i pop the shotty, it got kick but it’s not karate
and when i snap you take shots, i’m like paparazzi
i’m from philly, in my city it’s a lotta bodies
they murder 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 sl!ck like rick and 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 maserati 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 taxes paid
i ain’t a k!lla but i will the rachet blaze
i grab a toaster and smoke you like a bag of haze
you don’t behave like a gangsta, you artificial
i spit like a calico, you a starta pistol
it ain’t hard to diss you, i gotta lot to say like
acki wack, acki a rat, acki g-y
but what you got to say, i’m k!llin the game
my flow dope, this how the needle will feel in your vein
i spit a dope 16 and you a dope fiend
straight comatose, you’ll would prolly overdose
you could tell when i was younger hung around the older folks
i’m the realest 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 c0ke, call me saint nicholas
cause on the strip i run through snow like it’s christmas
but you 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 trapper, you a pathological liar
get eat till your t–th pull out with a pair of pliers
yeah i’m fire but you can’t throw water on me
that’s why your wife and your daughter on me
i got change, but it ain’t no dimes, nickels, and quarters on me
i got real cake, but y’all n-ggas 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!

- cassidy

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