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Blood Pressure (Cassidy)
   
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Title: Blood Pressure
Album: Split Personality
Artist: Cassidy
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[Chorus - Swizz Beatz] My blood pressure's buildin' [4x] It's Cassidy trick It's Cassidy bitch It's Cassidy clique It's Cassidy beeyatch! [Verse 1 - Cassidy] Ayowhat'chu know 'bout this world I'm in Everynight I twist up and get drunk 'til I hurl again Then i'll pour some more and start twirlin' then And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them If you a thugstop girlin' then If I see a car in trafficI'm a jacket like Burlington It's Cassidywho's thorough as himnobody I keep a gun tucked cause I don't trust nobody I got plenty biscuits And ya'll niggaz like skinny bitches yall ain't got nobodies Watch how you talk to me man Before you faggots get smacked with the dark skin part of my hand Understand? [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm the best in buildinga prospect destined for millions Threat to civillians and my blood pressure is building Catch feelings? You be wetcatchin' a steel in Weapons directedat ya' chestneck and ya' grill and Stillthere's no regretsbut I confessed that I kill men I spill men's blood on the rug next to there children And if you wan' set it? Cass' bettin' his deal in Yes I will winwhen I spill extra appealin' Come to Limekillwe got them exstasy pills and Got the whip fully equiped except for the ceilin' I got a stash in itthe Smith-n-Wessun can chill in I might get arresstedbut until then? [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3] If I hear you gettin' chipspitbulls where you sleepin' Everybody on the fuckin' floorI'm squeezin' Click the fourgrip your whore by her weave and Bitchwhat muthafuckin' drawer is the keys in? Got you on your knees like a braud and you pleadin' (Uhyou got it dogtake it allI don't need it) I'll clap you and have you on your carpetbleedin' Throw your stuff in the trunk of the Ford then I'm leavin Now I got a raw load more than I'm needin And that's the reasonwhy you and whore is screamin' Pull thissqueezed then if you holdin' them hammers I'm focused like disposable camerasnigga! [Repeat Chorus until end]

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