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Cassidy - Get That Bread Lyrics

Yeah, the huslta'
Philly! Larsiny Family
(Apply Pressure)


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 fuck how you feel. I ain't broke I sell coke 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 fuck how you feel. to get rich I hit the strip like what the fuck is the deal


When I pop the shotty, it got kick but it's not karate.
And when I snap you take shots like, I'm like paparazzi.
I'm from philly, yo my city it's a lotta bodies.
They murdaa 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 slick like Rick and I'm 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 Mazzaratti 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 tax is paid.
I ain't a killa but I will the rachet blades.
I grab ya toasta and smoke ya like a bag a haze.
You don't behave like a gangsta, you artificial.
I spit like a colla co?, you a starta pistol.
It ain't hard to diss you, I gotta lot to say like
Acki wack, acki a rat, acki gay.
But what chu got to say, I'm killin the game.
My flow dope, this how da needle feel in ya vein.
I spit a dope 16 and you a dope fiend.
Straight comatose, you would prolly overdose.
You could tell when I was younger hung around the older folks.
I'm the illest 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 coke, call me saint Nicholas
Cause on the strip I run through snow like it's christmas.
But chu ain't never flip a brick, you a hypocrite.
Chicks on my dick cause I'm young, pretty, and rich as shit.
I grabbed 4 and a half then I flipped this shit.
Now I'm a supplier like Merlo on the wire.
You not a trappa, you a pathological liar.
Get eat till ya teeth pull out with a pair of pliers.
Yeah I'm fire but chu can't throw water on me.
That's why ya wife and ya daughter on me.
I got change, but it ain't dimes, nickels, and quarters on me.
I got real cake, but chall niggas 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 space 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 hell late... EARLY.


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 fuck how you feel. I ain't broke I sell coke 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 fuck how you feel. to get rich I hit the strip like what the fuck is the deal
I get that bread boy.
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