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easy - lakeyah lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
i heard these b*tches runnin’ they mouth, n*gga
tell these broke*ass b*tches to come add me up
yeah
these b*tches bums, bro
alright
ayy

[chorus]
all these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, i make it look easy
youngest goin’ in, b*tch, i make it look light
sixteen bars, sixteen g’s easy
two*tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
yeah, b*tch, i make it look easy, yeah
b*tch, i make it look easy, ayy
this sh*t way too easy, ayy
i said this sh*t too easy

[verse 1]
she ain’t tell you what the problem is?
well, tell that b*tch to shut her mouth if she ain’t poppin’ sh*t
b*tch, i want the dolce & gabbana, i don’t politic
window shoppin’ hoes, i just know they never coppin’ sh*t
ran up another bag, all these n*ggas gotta pay me
i heard her new sh*t, i think shawty gettin’ lazy
i’ma drop another tape just to drive the game crazy
i done turned my city up, now every dj wanna play me, that’s for real, n*gga
[chorus]
all these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, i make it look easy
youngest goin’ in, b*tch, i make it look light
sixteen bars, sixteen g’s easy
two*tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
yeah, b*tch, i make it look easy, yeah
b*tch, i make it look easy, ayy
this sh*t way too easy, ayy
i said this sh*t too easy

[verse 2]
ayy, put that sh*t on, now all these b*tches clockin’ me
i can’t stay away from wafi, so they watchin’ me
b*tch say she ain’t a fan, but she gotta be
i just cl!cked her page, i don’t know her, but she follow me
i ain’t gotta fake no bags or front my sh*t
i ain’t had no bands like this, but i been that b*tch
f*ck how much n*ggas makin’ if he got it and ain’t give you none
now tell that broke mad b*tch to come and add me up
i got a habit, i can’t get enough of spendin’
expensive motherf*cker, do this rich sh*t for a livin’
f*ck around and buy it all, so lock the doors if i’m in lenox
givenchy fur the coldest, give a f*ck about the ticket
i done told you n*ggas that i’m a bag*chaser, excuse me, bag*getter
f*ck these broke n*ggas, got more money than my last n*gga
i’m a big stepper, real deal stepper
b*tch raise her voice, she gettin’ touched, i got a quick temper
bro, i just dropped ten off in prada, barely like designer (on god)
i get fresh just like teyana, shout out to my stylist
and i’m only nineteen, got more money than my father
money longer than my age, b*tch, i’m a motherf*ckin’ problem
yeah, b*tch, i make it look easy
dog a n*gga out, i bet he still won’t leave me
yeah, b*tch, this sh*t too easy
ayy, sh*t way too easy
[chorus]
all these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, i make it look easy
youngest goin’ in, b*tch, i make it look light
sixteen bars, sixteen g’s easy
two*tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
yeah, b*tch, i make it look easy, yeah
b*tch, i make it look easy, ayy
this sh*t way too easy, ayy
i said this sh*t too easy

- lakeyah lyrics

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