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(Lyrics) Quickfass Cass – Takeover

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Quickfass Cass Takeover Lyrics

Quickfass Cass Takeover Lyrics

Quickfass Cass Takeover Lyrics: Here is the lyrics of Takeover by fast rising South African rapper Quickfass Cass.

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Quickfass Cass Takeover Lyrics

[Verse 1]
As soon as they see a nigga step out, ask me where I got it from
Tell ’em that it’s fresh out
Dirty in the game, I’ma have to take the trash out
Fast money cash route, bitches with their ass out
Haters give a damn what your plans ’bout, til they see it pans out
Now they got their hands out
Easier to fit it but harder when it stands out
Vampires live in the night, got these fangs out
And Burna got me on some London Pound Cake
Murder got me hiking up the crime rate
I tap into it and reach a higher mind state
Eat your favourite rapper like a black pepper prime steak
Drop bars that can make the ground shake
Hot shit, feel it in your prostate
[?] on the bass, make it vibrate
Niggas food gets cold, tryna snatch out my plate
Fly like I’m super fly young Casius
Sting like a bee, OG Nastius
Haters throwing dirt up on my name, that shit is blasphemous
Better put respect up on my hood, we ghetto scandalous

[Chorus]
Oh we gon’ make a toast, raise your glass in the air
We gon’ make a toast, raise your bottles in the air
‘Cause we gon’ make a toast, for the rookie of the year
It’s time to make a toast
Oh we gon’ make a toast, raise your glass in the air
We gon’ make a toast, raise your bottles in the air
‘Cause we gon’ make a toast, for the rookie of the year
It’s time to make a toast

[Verse 2]
I’m a shark smelling blood in infested water
This’ what happens when I get to my lyrical slaughter
My kick game harder, gifts from Zara
They got a young Kiara, kissing on Carla
I send both to the nigga Reece, nothing deceased
Cook them up like fried chicken, dip them in some grease
Drop bombs on his career like the Middle East
I’m off the chain, hell’s dog never on the leash
Gave his silly ass a chance, now it’s rest in peace
Always hungry, at this rate I’ll probably eat a feast
Pussy niggas don’t respond when they hear the heat
But they can feel the ground breaking from beneath their feet
All those rings [?], I put them fifty deep
I’m like Freddy Kruger killing niggas in your sleep
Your girl lookin kinda good, I’ma have to peep
But if she down to let me creep, I’ma let her creep

[Chorus]
Oh we gon’ make a toast, raise your glass in the air
We gon’ make a toast, raise your bottles in the air
‘Cause we gon’ make a toast, for the rookie of the year
It’s time to make a toast
Oh we gon’ make a toast, raise your glass in the air
We gon’ make a toast, raise your bottles in the air
‘Cause we gon’ make a toast, for the rookie of the year
It’s time to make a toast

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