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Cassidy - A Millie Freestyle lyrics
Ea [x2]
The Hustler
Lassiny family
 [Verse 1:]
 Them awards rappers usually bring home I ain't get
 Cause I ain't shit and I ain't sell enough ringtones
 U can't be the king on the throne unless you mess with males
 I'm not a homo so I don't expect to sell
 But I expect to get respect f*ck record sells
 If a nigga direspect me he can catch a shell
 But for first degree you get the death penalty
 Or life without the posibility
 Dat mean death in jail, unless you tell
 And rat on somebody else
 And put ya body on somebody else yea dat'll probaly help
 But if you snitch just body yourself
 Put the chrome to your own dome and homi yourself
 Man my style so smooth dat my trial made the news
 I came home and spent a couple hundred thou on some jewels
 I'm a pimp, but I don't rock crocidile shoes
 I pop the two and make a nigga crocidile food
Yea [x2]
Wat
 [Verse 2:]Cassidy - A Millie Freestyle - http://motolyrics.com/cassidy/a-millie-freestyle-lyrics.html
 I'm steady grindin, steady rhymin, steady puffin
 Steady drinkin, steady thinkin, Steady hustlin
 Chicks niggas trynna get I'm already f*ckin
 I'm steady pipin and u steady wifin, steady cuffin
 Dog u just barkin talkin very tough and
 Catch a case and start talkin like Teddy Ruxpin
 Homey said he had a body but he probaly bluffin
 He don't clap lead dat cat just a crackhead
 An that sh*t right thurr leave cats dead
 I don't f*ck with dat I'm jus a haze and cognac head
 I used to stack bread before the heads was that big
 That's why u hear my music bumpin like blackheads
 I don't think rap dead but cats just doin it wrong
 I don't know wat be goin on when he doin the song
 I don't why he even put that verse on the song
 He probaly high and that shit he be doin is strong
 He been moved out the hood he been gone too long
 He don't know poppin off that nigga cotton soft
 But I'm from philly we really lettin them choppers off
 U keep claimin u a hustler who you coppin off
 Or who coppin from you wat you knockin off
 U don't sell nothin but records nigga knock it off
 Your girl mock me off yea I knocked her off
 And ya'll start kissin like right after I dropped her off
Yea
The Hustler
Yea








