
stanwill - 2 easy lyrics
[intro]
(jose the plug)
b_tch, dog sh_t militia
hmm, hmm
n_gga
[verse 1]
european buffies, but the soda african
put some hoes in doggy house, but i ain’t trafficking
used to blow that fetty, nowadays i’m stackin’ it
lyin’ to her n_gga like she sucked my d_ck on accident
made a movie, turned these b_tches into actresses
feel like travis, jackin’ n_ggas in my cactuses
face an oppy by myself, it ain’t no passin’ it
she gon’ rip me out my ricky and get passionate
all these f_ckin’ ‘bows, this spot just like a kitchen cabinet
went and bust the rollies, me and all my n_ggas matching wrists
b_tch, i keep a cannon and some cheese, you’d think i’m snappin’ pics
you won’t catch mе ballin’ fists as long as i can rack a bl!ck
upped a fifty, this b_tch thought i did a magic trick (wow)
we’ll run up in your pocket, got that sack еquipped
all this chicken on me, you would think i hashed this sh_t
catch him in that warzone, i bet i make him pass the sticks
[verse 2]
told her eat my d_ck up, b_tch, that’s what you do the best
pop a n_gga in his femur, make him do the step
i might pull a f_ckin’ muscle off, all i do is flex
i ain’t verified, but i still got the bluest check
he ran it up for nothin’, doggy blew his check
completed all my missions, now i’m doin’ quests
run up in his spot, have cuddy loot his chest
in paris talkin’ to my plug from budapest
woke up, started ballin’, i ain’t do a stretch
i want this sh_t now, b_tch, i ain’t doin’ next
prefer the msr, can’t even do the ‘rex
throw some birdies in the booth, you’d think the stu’ a nest
i treat all my b_tches how i do my tests (i cheat)
boy, it’s still screw my ex, but still could screw my ex (i did)
sh_t, if i’m gon’ do it, i’m gon’ do my best
drunk an annex, sh_t, i don’t even remember who i met
i get so f_ckin’ fly, you’d think i flew a jet
buffies on my face, they think i’m doin’ reps
saks or neiman marcus, i can’t do the reps
dog sh_t militia, b_tch
mike amiris now, i used to do the mexx
throw my dog a bone, we ain’t doin’ fetch
chasin’ 24/7, i ain’t doin’ rests
we be doin’ more, b_tch, you doin’ less
at the store with blanks, we just doin’ tests
we ain’t go on dates, we just doin’ s_x
how we on our cheese, you would think my crew was crest
[outro]
dog sh_t militia, man, this sh_t too f_ckin’ easy, i swear to god
hmm, b_tch
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