Rick Ross – Lyrical Eazy Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrical Eazy Lyrics, Meek Mill Lyrical Eazy Lyrics

Glock 4 Peezy, this shit too easy (Too easy)
These fuckin’ rap n***** be talkin’ too greasy (Too greasy)
Say it’s smoke, well run up on me, n****, when you see me, pussy (Fuck ’em)
Murder on my mind, I been up all night
Two bad bitches tryna fuck all night
Heard we was in the club, he had to duck all night
I told ’em catch ’em at the let-out, shoot his truck on sight

N***** ain’t got it, n***** ain’t ’bout it
Hundred cash large, black card in my pocket
Rose gold Richie, I don’t even rock it (Richie)
Brand new Benz for what? ‘Cause I don’t even drive it
N***** diss, I ain’t respondin’, I’m like y’all ain’t even poppin’
‘Cause we been mobbin’, flyin’ private, different islands
And I ain’t lyin’, I got this money shit to a science
Got ya baby mama in the Bahamas actin’ different and she wildin’
Off that 42 get turnt like Dugg and ’em (Free Dugg)
‘Bout that cash get real slimey, talk like Thug and ’em (Free Thug)
N***** say they fuck with us, but we don’t fuck with ’em
My youngin get that choppa, turn to Andre, he start Drummond ’em

Boss, grew up in the projects, jumpin’ on the roof
Garbage bag full of dollars, I come for the movie
Young Jimmy Iovine of the crime scene
Leave a n**** whole team on them IVs
Point ’em out and put ’em on obituaries
Love or business, either or, it’s only temporary
Carol City n***** never known to sympathetic
I’m ’bout the money, you can miss me with ya freaky fetish
Straight from Star Island, take me to Jamaica
Three-hundred-foot yacht never droppin’ anchor
Count a thousand pounds as we ride around
Disrespect is not allowed so we shot ’em down
Bricks in the crate, first 48
Lamborghini out the box, so who wanna race?
My attorney talkin’ facts, rats on the tape
I’m talkin’ money off the top, then count it in ya face (Biggest)

Gang and nem

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  • Written by: Rick Ross, Meek Mill
  • Album: Too Good To Be True
  • Released: 2023