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7187 - easy yves saint lyrics

easy yves saint (verse 1)

n0body surviving
i’m digging the grave getting the coffin
that cuban shining?
in dropping that n-gga then pick it up off him
my n-ggas arrive? my n-ggas are riding
ya kid is an orphan
and i can’t lie yo, this g-sh-t?
fricking exhausting
the b-tches eyeing
my n-ggas are flossing
i’m gripping the iron
i know them jackers out and i ain’t slipping. caution
crossing me without crossing ya t’s and dotting your i’s is ya demise i keep pistols in clubs and tips for doormen
feel me
the ability for villainy still in me i feel the need to say chilling is still the key
that n-gga grilling but all of my villains concealing heat
more dots on ya head than krillin for feeling realer than me
prophecies, i fulfill em..
cuz. profit speaks
ain’t moses i’m talking bout need a yacht to chop up my sea
so my exodus is more like, ex or dust
saying let my people go cuz the system unequal though
yo. symbol of freedom? sick. ill eagle
anything to feel regal that even if its illegal
them chips? they got a grip on the soul
you would k!ll people that separate you from precious
you’ll flip. i feel smeagol
i’m getting it in. i’m in it to win
i swear the game is just like p-ssy
im gone! sh-t. i’m in it again
one minute ya friends
next minute it ends
so if the game is like p-ssy must be a trucker cuz ya minutemen
juice like minute maid, sit in the shade with sinners who been prolonging the winter eternal summers a bummer
haven’t even begun to examine the mind of the under world hunger
lingers among us until we hung up
jerseys. untuck em
sloppiness undoes em
balling longer spalding. forgot we the ones running
to keep it one hundred
if ya ain’t the one hunting, good will doesn’t exist my n-gga i dun done it
yo i’m hard in queens. hard in houston like bobby brown
i’m pretty willie feel me? “lay your body down.”
prolly sound like robbery or innuendo. that’s for p-ssy n-ggas and getting p-ssy that ain’t coincidental
i chose this instrumental
its 187 from 718 i’m 817 funky hold up
my fort’s worth is a fort knox i knock farts i’m g-ssed ya -ss too weak/two week. fortnight
look up the meaning of fortnight then fall back
a, battle of whits expensive can you afford that?
i,m twisting the door kn-b
ringing the door bell
wiping my feet on you little n-gga. doormat
doormat!
doormat!
doormat!
that’s why i’m special i swear my divas adore that
two ways in high school
three ways before rap
f-ck the motorola. group s-x, no more chat
put this sh-t to sleep like a snorlax. where the morgue at?
i’m, nice with the lyrics i earned the right to ignore that
might just dumb it down on purpose just annoy cats
make an abc joint for the broads then, make an example of the first n-gga talk back
have me say nice things bout him in all black n-gga

- easy yves saint lyrics

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