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letra de easy - ballout

[verse 1: ballout]
i’m in la, they play my sh-t in the city
forgis on all the foreigns like them b-tches come with it
what i’m breakin’ down? gross, i ain’t smokin’ no midget
i’m riding in outta sp-ce with stars in the ceiling
been in la 6 years i been spend me some millions
diamonds vvs and my diamonds flawless from johnny
glory gang pay the yays know it’s from johnny
rocks in my bezle, i don’t know what time is
n-gga i’m breaking down bells, f-ck a scale
i got more racks than tennes, n-gga f-ck a jail
i pay fools since i was broke n-ggas thought i was in cell
i pull off in a sig like a bad outta here

[verse 2: chief keef]
i just hopped out like i’m fresh out of jail
we just sent the grocery boy go way ’bout the mail
better than training how i be sparking them hills
take your b-tch 7 foot and spark her hill
you working like you jack throw over the hill
turn down million dollar deals man i feel like chappelle
b-tch i’m super high don’t ask me how i feel
i’m not even tryna f-ck so why would i netflix & chill
bro nem be up on that hot sh-t but my neck super chill
i had left the f-cking block & got a crib just like phil
i had a dream ’bout check then here come mike will
they ask me do i want some money then i said i guess will
[chorus: ballout]
get money so easy, this rap sh-t fake believe me
pullin’ up in a ‘ghini, i make sh-t look easy
ballin’ over rims, racks on me so rain em
pourin’ up the lean, i think i got a fever
this n-ggas so greezy, f-ckn-gga be easy
bullets flying breezing, i treat these b-tches even
i make sh-t look easy , rob a n-gga easily
come get easy sticker , pull up in a d-mn

[verse 3: tadoe]
young rich boss how am supposed to be aye
i got n-ggas in the street that’ll blow for me aye
i got aunties that’ll blow for me aye
a hundred bottles birds hit the trap urgently
i got aunties that’ll come serve for me
i got n-ggas in the hood sell dope for me
work-work clean to figure life n-gga aye
since a youngin’, b-tch i been a f-ckin n-gga
i’m tryna get up on you like i’m f-ckin jigga
this that motherf-ckin verse n-gga
play them games, put you in the dirt n-gga aye
put you on a f-ckin shirt n-gga aye
i heard your life scandalising on the guys aye
i cook you with this 4-f-ckin-5 aye
b-tch you know i’m already super f-ckin fried aye
b-tch you know i’m rich, chill open up fragrance
[chorus: ballout]
get money so easy, this rap sh-t fake believe me
pullin’ up in a ‘ghini, i make sh-t look easy
ballin’ over rims, racks on me so rain em
pourin’ up the lean, i think i got a fever
this n-ggas so greezy, f-ckn-gga be easy
bullets flying breezing, i treat these b-tches even
i make sh-t look easy , rob a n-gga easily
come get easy sticker , pull up in a d-mn

- ballout

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