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easy - ballout lyrics

[verse 1: ballout]
i’m in la, they play my sh*t in the city
forgis on all the foreigns like them b*tches come with it
what i’m breakin’ down? gross, i ain’t smokin’ no midget
i’m riding in outta sp*ce with stars in the ceiling
been in la 6 years i been spend me some millions
diamonds vvs and my diamonds flawless from johnny
glory gang pay the yays know it’s from johnny
rocks in my bezle, i don’t know what time is
n*gga i’m breaking down bells, f*ck a scale
i got more racks than tennes, n*gga f*ck a jail
i pay fools since i was broke n*ggas thought i was in cell
i pull off in a sig like a bad outta here

[verse 2: chief keef]
i just hopped out like i’m fresh out of jail
we just sent the grocery boy go way ’bout the mail
better than training how i be sparking them hills
take your b*tch 7 foot and spark her hill
you working like you jack throw over the hill
turn down million dollar deals man i feel like chappelle
b*tch i’m super high don’t ask me how i feel
i’m not even tryna f*ck so why would i netflix & chill
bro nem be up on that hot sh*t but my neck super chill
i had left the f*cking block & got a crib just like phil
i had a dream ’bout check then here come mike will
they ask me do i want some money then i said i guess will
[chorus: ballout]
get money so easy, this rap sh*t fake believe me
pullin’ up in a ‘ghini, i make sh*t look easy
ballin’ over rims, racks on me so rain em
pourin’ up the lean, i think i got a fever
this n*ggas so greezy, f*ckn*gga be easy
bullets flying breezing, i treat these b*tches even
i make sh*t look easy , rob a n*gga easily
come get easy sticker , pull up in a d*mn

[verse 3: tadoe]
young rich boss how am supposed to be aye
i got n*ggas in the street that’ll blow for me aye
i got aunties that’ll blow for me aye
a hundred bottles birds hit the trap urgently
i got aunties that’ll come serve for me
i got n*ggas in the hood sell dope for me
work*work clean to figure life n*gga aye
since a youngin’, b*tch i been a f*ckin n*gga
i’m tryna get up on you like i’m f*ckin jigga
this that motherf*ckin verse n*gga
play them games, put you in the dirt n*gga aye
put you on a f*ckin shirt n*gga aye
i heard your life scandalising on the guys aye
i cook you with this 4*f*ckin*5 aye
b*tch you know i’m already super f*ckin fried aye
b*tch you know i’m rich, chill open up fragrance
[chorus: ballout]
get money so easy, this rap sh*t fake believe me
pullin’ up in a ‘ghini, i make sh*t look easy
ballin’ over rims, racks on me so rain em
pourin’ up the lean, i think i got a fever
this n*ggas so greezy, f*ckn*gga be easy
bullets flying breezing, i treat these b*tches even
i make sh*t look easy , rob a n*gga easily
come get easy sticker , pull up in a d*mn

- ballout lyrics

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