Lakeyah - Easy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lakeyah - Easy (en) Lyrics
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(Reuel, stop playin'
with these niggas)
I heard these bitches runnin'
they mouth, nigga
Tell these broke-ass bitches
to come add me up
Yeah
These bitches bums, bro
Alright
All these baguettes on my neck,
bitch, I make it look easy
Youngest goin' in, bitch,
I make it look light
Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy
Two-tone for the frame, but
the buffies all white
Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy, yeah
Bitch, I make it look easy, ayy
This shit way too easy, ayy
I said this shit too easy
She ain't tell you what
the problem is?
Well, tell that bitch to shut her
mouth if she ain't poppin' shit
Bitch, I want the Dolce &
Gabbana, I don't politic
Window shoppin' hoes, I just know
they never coppin' shit
Ran up another bag, all these
niggas gotta pay me
I heard her new shit, I think
shawty gettin' lazy
I'ma drop another tape just
to drive the game crazy
I done turned my city up, now
every DJ wanna play me,
that's for real, nigga
Ayy, put that shit on, now all
these bitches clockin' me
I can't stay away from Wafi,
so they watchin' me
Bitch say she ain't a fan,
but she gotta be
I just clicked her page, I don't
know her, but she follow me
I ain't gotta fake no bags
or front my shit
I ain't had no bands like this,
but I been that bitch
Fuck how much niggas makin' if he
got it and ain't give you none
Now tell that broke mad bitch
to come and add me up
I got a habit, I can't get
enough of spendin'
Expensive motherfucker, do this
rich shit for a livin'
Fuck around and buy it all, so lock
the doors if I'm in Lenox
Givenchy fur the coldest, give
a fuck about the ticket
I done told you niggas that I'm a bag-
chaser, excuse me, bag-getter
Fuck these broke niggas, got more
money than my last nigga
I'm a big stepper, real deal stepper
Bitch raise her voice, she gettin'
touched, I got a quick temper
Bro, I just dropped ten off in Prada,
barely like designer (On God)
I get fresh just like Teyana,
shout out to my stylist
And I'm only nineteen, got
more money than my father
Money longer than my age, bitch,
I'm a motherfuckin' problem
Yeah, bitch, I make it look easy
Dog a nigga out, I bet he
still won't leave me
Yeah, bitch, this shit too easy
Ayy, shit way too easy
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