Take It Easy (Too Easy Remix)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (Yeaahhhh man)
Yeah, yeah man yeah, yeah man yeah, yeah, yeahh
Fuck yah ex
I'm hotter than most
And hotter than the next
Ima vet
Addicted to sex
I'm cheating for a check
Love the way she be poppin that pussy
Baby we just met
So I ain't taking you back to the crib I only want the neck
Got the cash want a Rollie though
Put suits and Rollie's on
Ain't a dad but I'm a rolling stone
I tell her roll along
Try to smoke until I'm numb but ima feel the pain again
They say smoking make you dumb but I put license on my shit
Took a second look at love but I ain't profit in that shit
And now all the hoes I'm fuck say I'm the one, but they ain't it
If the bag don't make me jump then you won't see me out the crib
I need my peace
I won't see sunny days till ma live in the hills
Ima god
Go hard for my squad
Dope Inspired Mob
If you know that I'm the one
Then why you playing with the boy (Why you playing)
This a hex
In the den of theives
You know ima eat
Then a retire with a bihh that I know she ain't no good for me
Keep my spirit clear from leeches and these fucking wannabes
Move to Cali where the weed come cheap
Potent as can be
Ima cook it till it's overdone
No need for more than one
I'ma smoke a nigga quick
Want him leaking from his lungs
It's about to be a homicide
Son of a murder 1
I might joke, but I don't talk a lot
Hardly trust anyone
Iain meeting in the parking lot
Giving away my spot
Get a call like "there's a fire"
And it ain't no putting out
Ima arsonist artistry
Get it hot get to scorching it
Working like I want more from it
So the day that I'm fortunate
I'll be painting a picture so you good, You'll wanna go portrait it
I'm high get to soaring shit
Flying by get to flooring shit
Come direct, I'm front dooring shit
It's rules and it's ordinance
Hit the plug up from Cali
He sent the gas when I ordered it
I'll be working myself to the bone or till I get bored with it
I'm me, but I'm more with it, I ain't beefing ignoring it
Bitch it's, Duecey baby, Sweet talker, Just tryna take it easy
You think you petty I'd rather you die than not get even
I'm bout my hustle, I know she love it yeah this my season
I do it dolo, I got me, just know I got my reasons
That love too toxic
I feel it but I don't really need it
The weed ain't smoking, it's decent
So we don't need to chief it
Pardon my skinny, I fuck her I leave these bitches feening
Don't hit my line when you see me, just act like you were dreamin'
Yeah, yeah man yeah, yeah man yeah, yeah, yeahh
Fuck yah ex
I'm hotter than most
And hotter than the next
Ima vet
Addicted to sex
I'm cheating for a check
Love the way she be poppin that pussy
Baby we just met
So I ain't taking you back to the crib I only want the neck
Got the cash want a Rollie though
Put suits and Rollie's on
Ain't a dad but I'm a rolling stone
I tell her roll along
Try to smoke until I'm numb but ima feel the pain again
They say smoking make you dumb but I put license on my shit
Took a second look at love but I ain't profit in that shit
And now all the hoes I'm fuck say I'm the one, but they ain't it
If the bag don't make me jump then you won't see me out the crib
I need my peace
I won't see sunny days till ma live in the hills
Ima god
Go hard for my squad
Dope Inspired Mob
If you know that I'm the one
Then why you playing with the boy (Why you playing)
This a hex
In the den of theives
You know ima eat
Then a retire with a bihh that I know she ain't no good for me
Keep my spirit clear from leeches and these fucking wannabes
Move to Cali where the weed come cheap
Potent as can be
Ima cook it till it's overdone
No need for more than one
I'ma smoke a nigga quick
Want him leaking from his lungs
It's about to be a homicide
Son of a murder 1
I might joke, but I don't talk a lot
Hardly trust anyone
Iain meeting in the parking lot
Giving away my spot
Get a call like "there's a fire"
And it ain't no putting out
Ima arsonist artistry
Get it hot get to scorching it
Working like I want more from it
So the day that I'm fortunate
I'll be painting a picture so you good, You'll wanna go portrait it
I'm high get to soaring shit
Flying by get to flooring shit
Come direct, I'm front dooring shit
It's rules and it's ordinance
Hit the plug up from Cali
He sent the gas when I ordered it
I'll be working myself to the bone or till I get bored with it
I'm me, but I'm more with it, I ain't beefing ignoring it
Bitch it's, Duecey baby, Sweet talker, Just tryna take it easy
You think you petty I'd rather you die than not get even
I'm bout my hustle, I know she love it yeah this my season
I do it dolo, I got me, just know I got my reasons
That love too toxic
I feel it but I don't really need it
The weed ain't smoking, it's decent
So we don't need to chief it
Pardon my skinny, I fuck her I leave these bitches feening
Don't hit my line when you see me, just act like you were dreamin'
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Writer(s): Antwan Cox
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