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Artist: Cassidy
Song: B-Boy Stance
Lyrics:
Swiss beatZ
Chilln' in da club in my B-Boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
Repeat
Chorus
Chillin' in da club in my B-Boy stance
my hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death
Verse 1 (Cassidy)
I'm fresh to death- Dressed to impress
Fresh foreal homie dressed to kill
I'm the best foreal I was blessed with skills
The tef vest and my necklace still
I'ma threat foreal
I come at niggas necks foreal
Tryna build my success got me stressed foreal
I done gained my respect cuz I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly you just extra high
If it wasn't for dem drugs you'd be extra shy
Knowin if I throw dem slugs you gon' testify
F da extra shit Get a extra clip
I get some extra lip just expect to die
I'll put a hole in ya head cuz I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochrin an old head
Clappin' da pound we ain't pattin em down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now
Chorus (Swiss BeatZ)
Chillin' in da club in my B-Boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh 2 death I'm fresh to death
repeat
Verse 2 (cassidy)
Yooooo
I get it poppin on da block like a b-boy
If u cop a couple of rocks u get a freeboy
U can take a couple of shots and get a kilo
If you try to take what I got or stick me boy
See boy? Tryna fuck around with me boy
The wrist like fuckin a bitch wit no c (condom) boy
I'ma G boy Get smoked by da 3 boy
Coke by da key boy
Got dope and da e boy
Me boy I'm bout to take da industry ova
Like for war we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be BIG pretend to be Pac Pretend to be hot
But all dat pretendin gon' eventually stop
And da slugs gon' eventually pop
Cause all da real thugs in a box or penetentiary oc
VIP lookin like a penetentiary block When I'm
Chorus (Swiss BeatZ)
Chillin' in da club in my B-Boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death
Repeat
Verse 3 (Cassidy)
OKAY!
I'm fresh to death
Like a million bucks
My benz got big rims and my ceiling lift up
Dependin on how I'm feelin I might be feelin da truck
Eitha way da chicks still on my nuts (Ya kno wut I'm sayin)
And I ain't playin wit dem niggas dat be feelin dey tough
I ain't a killa but u still'll get touched
I network sweatshirt
Wit the hood
I be stealin da snuff
And my lil man fillin da dutch
While I chill in da cut
On my lean chicks feelin my stance
Chinese spring on da jeans chicks feelin my pants
And I got the steal in my pants
Don't grind on me
Can't dance I got the nine on me
Heckler and cotch mami
Fresh from da box mami
Gotcha panani wet cuz I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from da block mami
So I'm makin her friend seem like a bitch when I'm makin her cum
Cuz I'm
Chorus (Swiss BeatZ)
Chillin' in da club in my B-Boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death
Repeat
Thanks to jdblaze for adding these lyrics
