Easy Flow

Yeah, yeah got people saying they gone do this
They gone do that
They gone be this
They gone be that
You ain't gone be shit
You ain't gone do shit

Everything I say I did
And you can't ever call me trash you know I never been
I play to have fun,it's only fun when I win
And then bitches all the same I thought they ass was twins
I'm stringing hoes along like I'm playing violin
On Christ she gone sin with that body of a Benz
And if you gotta Benz then me I'm more Bentley
You say you love a nigga, aww baby don't temp me
She bouncing in the whip like a nigga hitting potholes
She calling me daddy you would have thought I took her pops role
Yeah I got flows
And I got hoes
Some real nice bitches
Yeah I got polls
And I got switches
I'm gone rip that motherfucker through your face
And if I told you anything then I'll be catching a case
Another old rat on that he say she say
And if the feds on me then I'm gone to the freeway
I can't roll witcha
Can't get by can't smoke witcha
Man that pussy got control of ya
Make sense cause you niggas got some hoe in ya
But I'll be straight I won't fold witcha
I wonder why you bitches switch up
Then call a nigga when you need a pickup
When you don't take what life gives
You miss what it can get ya
If that was me honestly I'll never fuck witcha
I'll leave you in the pass and I promise I'll forget ya
Yeah, but then we rocking to the bank like this
Getting pape like this
All that hating but I'm still good
Ima saint like this
I ain't fuck witcha you fucking with the jakes aww shit
But then we rocking to the bank like this
Getting pape like this
All that hating but I'm still good
Ima saint like this
I ain't fuck witcha you fucking with the jakes aww shit

Jay Z dialogue

From a ten ball to like 50g's you can't fuck with me
Even if you tried to fuck with me, your bitch is only touching me
She say I'm too fresh, she was wet
This the first time that we met
Now her nigga wanting smoke like cigarettes
Well I ain't ever on no sweet shit
Sweat you niggas like I'm on some Keith shit
I ain't playing like the end of recess
Ain't nothing funny
Like a dummy
Bitch I am more genius
Believe this I get g's quick
I'm too prestigious

Alright ima freestyle this bitch off... like

More money and drugs
I throw money in clubs
Step on niggas like rugs
No I'm not tryna be thug
But I'll send you to the place where everybody wears scrubs
And have you posting on the gram like stop using them guns
Like, please stop using them guns
Take your breath and lungs
Post your name with doves
And have you dumped in some motherfucker laying with bums

Yeah, I need to chill out
I'm doing too much I just need to chill out
Getting on y'all niggas heads, yeah.



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Writer(s): Armando Dela'o
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