Letra de 'Same Damn Time (Freestyle)' de Cassidy

Wearin’ Polo, wearin’ Gucci, at the same damn time
Gettin’ head, eatin’ coochy, at the same damn time
Smokin’ cush, smokin’ solid at the same damn time
Sellin’ hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Countin’ money, twistin’ green, at the same damn time
Drinkin’ liquor, sippin’ lean, at the same damn time

If y’all try to rob be, got to shoot me first
The gun is under my Gucci shirt
The ball of G, I got a hoe with me
And she keep the heat in her Gucci purse
I got dough to give, yea yours to flip
And I might throw the dick in this groupie first
I like the bitch cuz her coochy squirt
Imma hit it, I’m lickin’ that coochy first
Chicks like me now and they wipe me down
I might go buy a Free Bruce Lee shirt
Imma pipe it down till that coochy hurt
Imma hit but I’m gettin’ that coofee first
I’m on the strip with that fish scale
This row, we call that sushi work
A closet full of that (Gucci)
Li-like the anklets in our Gucci verse
I I I sling bricks they can’t flip
The same shit that got pookie murk
I’m a G but not on that gang shit
That’s the same shit that got tookie murk
I’m a gang star like Guru
With the seaman freezed that’s true blue
You cheatin’ on your boo boo
But your girl cheatin’ on you too
I said I wanna fuck you, boo
And she said I wanna fuck you too
But all you can do is give head tonight
Cuz at a red light I’m like soo woo
I I I ain’t gotta front
It’s a lot of things I want
So I’m grindin’, t-tr-tryna do a lot of things at once

Wearin’ Polo, wearin’ Gucci, at the same damn time
Gettin’ head, eatin’ coochy, at the same damn time
Smokin’ cush, smokin’ solid at the same damn time
Sellin’ hall, sell Impala, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Countin’ money, twistin’ green, at the same damn time
Drinkin’ liquor, sippin’ lean, at the same damn time

Yeaaaaa
Cassidy
Lost and you found ‘im
Shoutouts to Chubby Jag and A R Add
Yeaaaaa

I’m back on my bullshit
And some of you niggaz act like y’all forgot about the pressure I was applyin’
So I’m about to refresh your memory
I’m ‘bout to drop the hottest mixtape on the street
Mayhem music

It’s about to get ugly
Feel me
Pissed of avenger

Bangers in the air
This for the niggaz that love bars, love real rap, love hip-hop
That shit ain’t died cuz there’s niggaz like me still alive
Niggaz that could still buy the ship
And that’s exactly what I’m about to do
Stock body and shit
Imma buy these mike beats, off these niggaz beats
Whatever motherfuckin’ beats I feel like jumpin’ on
I can even buy this shit acapella
I don’t even need no motherfuckin’ beat
Y’all niggaz know you’re scared of me
Stop frontin’
Y’all know you’re afraid of the shit I be bringin’ to the team
Cuz every time I get in the motherfuckin’ booth
I spit bars to embarrass motherfuckers

Feel me
Pissed of avenger
It’s about to get ugly

I’m rapped out man
Scream at me
Peace