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Lyrical Eazy Song Lyrics Lyrical Eazy by Rick Ross Glock 4 Peezy, this sh*t too easy (Too easy)
These f**kin' rap niggas be talkin' too greasy (Too greasy)
Say it's smoke, well run up on me, nigga, when you see me (See me)
Pussy (f**k 'em)
Murder on my mind, I been up all night
Two bad b**ches tryna f**k 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

Niggas ain't got it (Got it), niggas 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
Niggas 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 sh*t 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)
Niggas say they f**k with us, but we don't f**k with 'em (f**k '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 nigga whole team on them IVs
Point 'em out and put 'em on obituaries
Love or business, either or, it's only temporary
Carol City niggas 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)

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