Testo Lyrical Eazy - Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Future
Testo della canzone Lyrical Eazy (Rick Ross, Meek Mill & Future), tratta dall'album Too Good To Be True
Glock 4 Peezy, this shit too easy (too easy)
These fuckin' rap niggas be talkin' too greasy (too greasy)
Say it's smoke, well run up on me, nigga, when you see me (see me)
Pussy (fuck 'em)
Murder on my mind, I been up all night
Two bad bitches tryna fuck all night
Heard we was in the club, he had to duck all night
I told 'em catch 'em at the let-out, shoot his truck on sight
Niggas ain't got it (got it), niggas ain't 'bout it ('bout it)
Hundred cash large, black card in my pocket (pocket)
Rose gold Richie (Richie), I don't even rock it (never)
Brand new Benz for what? (Woo) 'Cause I don't even drive it
Niggas diss, I ain't respondin', I'm like y'all ain't even poppin' (huh)
'Cause we been mobbin', flyin' private, different islands (woo)
And I ain't lyin', I got this money shit to a science (woo)
Got your baby mama in the Bahamas actin' different and she wildin'
Off that 42 get turnt like Dugg and 'em (free Dugg)
'Bout that cash, we get real slimey, talk like Thug and 'em (free Thug)
Niggas say they fuck with us, but we don't fuck with 'em (fuck 'em)
My youngin' get that choppa, turn to Andre, he start drummin' 'em (boss)
Grew up in the projects, jumpin' on the roof (yeah)
Garbage bag full of dollars, I come for the movie (movie)
Young Jimmy Iovine of the crime scene (woo)
Leave a nigga whole team on them IVs (brrt)
Point 'em out and put 'em on obituaries (splat)
Love or business, either or, it's only temporary (ha)
Carol City niggas never known to sympathetic (Carol City)
I'm 'bout the money, you can miss me with your freaky fetish (woo)
Straight from star Island, take me to Jamaica (lord)
Three-hundred-foot yacht, never droppin' anchor (huh)
Count a thousand pounds as we ride around (one thousand)
Disrespect is not allowed so we shot 'em down (brrt)
Bricks in the crate, first 48 (brrt)
Lamborghini out the box, so who wanna race?
My attorney talkin' facts, rats on the tape (huh)
I'm talkin' money off the top, then count it in your face (biggest)
M-M-M-
Gang, you know?
Credits
Writer(s): William Roberts, Phillip Campbell, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Raynford Humphrey, Sean Aaron Momberger, Kamyar Karimi, Daniel James Cash Wagner, Mohammed Nasrollahnejad
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.