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Lyrical Eazy Lyrics – Meek Mill & Rick Ross

by Msong Lyrics

Lyrical Eazy Lyrics latest song by Meek Mill & Rick Ross. The Lyrics were written by Daniel Wagner Cash, Kamyar Karimi, Mohammad Nasro, llahnejad, Phillip Michael William Campbe, llRaynford Humphrey, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Sean Momberger, and William L. Roberts II and Produced by Sean Momberger, DJ MO, SauceBoy, Dnny Phntm, and TheBoyKamPreme

Lyrical Eazy Song Details

SongLyrical Eazy
Artist/SingerMeek Mill & Rick Ross
LyricsDaniel Wagner Cash, Kamyar Karimi,
Mohammad Nasro, llahnejad,
Phillip Michael William Campbe,
llRaynford Humphrey,
Robert Rihmeek Williams,
Sean Momberger,
and William L. Roberts II
ProducedSean Momberger, DJ MO, SauceBoy,
Dnny Phntm, and TheBoyKamPreme
Label Maybach Music Group under exclusive license to gamma

Lyrical Eazy Music

Lyrical Eazy Lyrics

Glock 4 Peezy, this shit too easy (Too easy)
These f*ckin’ rap n*ggas be talkin’ too greasy (Too greasy)
Say it’s smoke, well run up on me, n*gga, when you see me (See me)
P*ssy (F*ck ’em)
Murder on my mind, I been up all night
Two bad b*tces tryna f*ck 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*ggas ain’t got it (Got it), n*ggas ain’t ’bout it (‘Bout it)
Hundred cash large, black card in my pocket (Pocket)
Rose gold Richie (Richie), I don’t even rock it (Double)
Brand new Benz for what? ‘Cause I don’t even drive it
N*ggas diss, I ain’t respondin’, I’m like y’all ain’t even poppin’
‘Cause we been mobbin’, flyin’ private, different islands (Rich club)
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*ggas say they f*ck with us, but we don’t f*ck with ’em (F*ck ’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*gga 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*ggas never known to sympathetic (Carol City)
I’m ’bout the money, you can miss me with ya freaky fetish
Straight from Star Island, take me to Jamaica (Love)
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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