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too easy (remix) - gunna lyrics

[intro: future]
(wheezy outta here)

[verse 1: roddy ricch]
i gave my rolls royce some wings
drink so d*mn cold, i could freeze
ayy, first time i called elliot, gunna told me to spend two*fifty
now my chain cost half a milli’ and i’m plottin on a silly billi’
made twenty*five million, i said mm*mm*mm*mm
now all of these hoes f*ckin’ me better, mm*mm*mm*mm
shawty say she like me ‘causе she slidin’ through the trenchеs with me
give her a million dollars worth of game like i’m wallo and gillie
wheezy, wunna, pluto, roddy, this sh*t way too easy
i put your b*tch in cc, céline, chanel, if need be
you n*ggas really actors, you shoulda been on tv
you talkin’ like you turnt up, you n*ggas really t*d

[chorus: gunna]
it’s young wunna and young wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy
different b*tch for every season showin’ me they cleavage
i take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
she text that p*ssy, i don’t call back so she won’t think i need it
[verse 2: gunna]
made it out the jungle, i ball, ain’t got no jumper
rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but i still love you
remember that p*ssy from way back, playin’, i pay ’em to pop him
stayed in the hood where the k!llers at, made my pillow a chopper
this ain’t diamonds you lookin’ at and we done updated the roster
you can tell it’s a rich n*gga posture
young gunwunna, i’m spittin’ it proper
trappin’ at school, i was servin’ bags, police was searchin’ my locker
who did your jewelry? it look like brass, one of your bros should’ve stopped ya

[verse 3: future]
pluto, pluto, two*door, four*door, man, this sh*t too easy (yeah)
yeah, i’m gon’ chop a brick like judo, sn*tch a lamborghini (chop it up)
i got a different b*tch for different places, different seasons (i do)
b*tch ain’t playin’ her position, cuttin’ her off, this sh*t too easy (super)
i started off smashin’ r&b stars right at the bando (future)
i’m havin’ hoes all the way south thinkin’ that i abandoned ’em
i’m havin’ pimpin’ in my blood and i can change the climate (what else?)
i threw the marni on and took the price up like i designed it (pluto)
can’t put a presidential on a b*tch ‘less she give a n*gga a ménage (‘nage)
that lil’ ig b*tch ain’t sh*t, f*cked her in the car (car)
f*cked ’round with a side piece, pop out that night in double*r (what up?)
started talkin’ chinese from all these sticks in the car
[chorus: gunna]
it’s young wunna and young wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy
different b*tch for every season showin’ me they cleavage
i take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
she text that p*ssy, i don’t call back so she won’t think i need it
i stick d*ck deep inside her throat where it ain’t no more breathin’
if i don’t post and i go ghost, it’s gon’ be for a reason
just got my reading, now my reason’s i’m booked out the region
this jewelry cold on me, i’m freezin’, no way i’m anemic

- gunna lyrics

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