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it get easty - zoe osama lyrics

[intro]
(travis on the track)

[chorus: zoe osama]
big stove on me, wrist froze on me
i gotta watch how i move, n*ggas fold on me
i tried to keep it cool with n*ggas, but they told on me
so i gotta f*ck they b*tch if they gon’ roll for me
b*tch i’m from coast gang, you see the gang when you see me
big things, ain’t no props, b*tch, this all me
and f*ck a da, how they gon’ prove it if they ain’t saw me?
and keep your mouth closed ’cause if you seen it, you ain’t saw me
you feel me?
i keep it real, do you hear me?
put a bag on your head and act surprised when they k!ll him
b*tch, i’m easty, it get easty
how you fall in love with a ho and she easy?
and how you gon’ talk about me, n*gga, and you need me?
all these b*tches try to act classy, but they sleazy
and how you n*ggas tough on instagram? you need a dp
if i see a murder, i’ma treat it like i’m stevie, believe me, ayy

[verse 1: zoe osama]
man, what’s up with all you f*ck n*ggas?
talkin’ ’bout a n*gga ’cause a n*gga just don’t f*ck with you
throwin’ dirt all on my name ’cause i ain’t stuck with you
keep playin’ with my name, you and your homies gon’ duck with you
sucker n*gga, stop askin’ if i f*cked her
if she wanted you in her bed, she would’ve told you, motherf*cker
should’ve signed with sob, i’m strictly only brothers
and i ain’t f*ckin’ with you n*ggas wearin’ purses under covers
f*g n*ggas, toe tag n*ggas
tryna hang with everybody ’cause you sad, n*gga
you hit the county and turned it down, that’s your bad, n*gga
i’m just thankin’ god that i ain’t nothin’ like these past n*ggas
see it in your face, wipe your face, boy, you mad, n*gga
keep it on my waist, i ain’t nothin’ like her last n*gga
if i hit it first, i put that b*tch up in her past, n*gga
and she gon’ double back ’cause i ain’t nothin’ like her last n*gga
[verse 2: tapri grams]
i’m nothin’ like that last n*gga, i do her like her last n*gga
i’m nothin’ like them last n*ggas, do you like them last n*ggas
baby want a ‘site cracker, baby want a bag getter (wop, wop)
these n*ggas act like b*tches, might as well go and brag with ’em
baby real easty, but she got a lil’ cash with her
make it jump, baby, come and ride it like a two*seater
smokin’ on a seven while i’m ridin’ with that nina
i got your baby mama doin’ scams on her visa (run it up)
b*tch, you ain’t good enough for leftover pizzas
i stay with blue franks and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout aretha
i shot out to mike james, he start singin’ just like tina (he a b*tch)
my diamonds blue, i went and copped a blue bimmer
my 40 got a big head just like gina
i burnt the block up so stocky, that’s ether
baby p*ssy good, but she know she not a keeper
a bustdown rollie*pollie, got it off the visa

- zoe osama lyrics

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