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lirik lagu easy – dreezy

[intro]
(hit*boy)

[chorus]
drip hard but i make sh*t look easy
can’t find a fit up in neimans
think she slime, i do the b*tch greasy
run up the score ’til it’s even
blocked his number but the n*gga can’t leave me (dub me)
i sent him back to the streets
[?] but that gas tank never on e
if i don’t get my way, i’m leavin’

[verse 1]
pull up hoppin’ out the h*llcat but i look heaven sent (dolly)
me and my n*ggas movin’ on up, nah, we ain’t the jeffersons (h*llo)
post a pic up on the island, layin’ low, catchin’ somewhere you ain’t never been (scoo)
slam back to back, strapped up, windows tintеd, feelin’ like the presidеnt
yeah, i’m talking ’bout obama, fo’nem got the oozie if you want that drama (hol’ up)
all my b*tches hollerin’, period but best believe they gettin’ to the commas (oops)
puttin’ my next to these b*tches, i’m feelin’ like tank to an adrien bronner
i could pull up to your hood today, they got respect for me like i’m your honor (it show)
too turnt, i might crash the whip, got all brown b*tches like activist (brown skin)
these hoes my mini me’s, f*ck around, i ain’t even gotta have kids (lil’ girl)
i heard your new flew can’t even f*ck with me in my past tense (haha)
knock your apple off my boy, hit you with that mac 10 (grrah)
he could have a richie millie but when you this pretty, bet he wanna make time
real b*tch but a n*gga askin’ for my number, probably got a fake line (one hunnid)
[chorus]
drip hard but i make sh*t look easy (easy)
can’t find a fit up in neimans
think she slime, i do the b*tch greasy (slime)
run up the score ’til it’s even
blocked his number but the n*gga can’t leave me (dub me)
i sent him back to the streets
[?] but that gas tank never on e
if i don’t get my way, i’m leavin’ (out)

[verse 2]
cut my grass down, i milk these n*ggas like cash cows (cash)
push too fast and i’m puttin’ in work like it’s my last route (i’m on it)
i hate flexes and b*tch n*ggas, call ’em cap and gown
told the plug how me his diet plan, that n*gga keep addin’ pounds, uh
i be with b*tches who pretty and bad but back in the day we was heathens (ratchet)
n*gga you told me you stay with that iron, your doctor told me you was anemic
gotta look out for the snakes in the grassl ike i’m in the garden of eden (slimey)
he try to play then i’m takin’ his dad, i’m sonnin’ that n*gga, we even (swap)
this ice probably change the season (yeah)
so fine i get paid for features (uh*huh)
winnin’ now, they say the game cheatin’
i’m the future like i got a readin’ (queen)
long as that n*gga keep playin’ his role, he part of the gas (action)
your release date the same as mine, that’s a death drop, you gettin’ dragged, b*tch
[chorus]
drip hard but i make sh*t look easy (easy)
can’t find a fit up in neimans
think she slime, i do the b*tch greasy (slime)
run up the score ’til it’s even
blocked his number but the n*gga can’t leave me (dub me)
i sent him back to the streets
[?] but that gas tank never on e
if i don’t get my way, i’m leavin’ (out)

- dreezy

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