Young MVP - EASY Lyrics

2006, I was a pimp, wasn't thinkin' bout rappin' and shit, I was just thinkin' bout rappin
A brick
And my baby be like, hate that you had to go wrapped in bricks
And I just be like, ah, ah, I had to stack it in
Flip

Yeah, wanna' see me f*ck up, fumble and drop the ball and shit, nah, not today, I'm reloaded
See I can murder niggas with these chill bars, These niggas sweeter than a Mars bar,
My bars
Will take a nigga to Mars, red planet,
Drop him off, baby don't panic, I've been the boss
Captain planet when I run the world,
Long dick when I run the girl, long dick is how

I run the world, yeah, niggas hatin' but it ain't workin', all I do is go click-clack
Murder, murder, kill, kill, gangbang on Purpose, Lord knows it's my purpose,
Show these niggas
They worthless, this is that gift and that curse shit, this is that hearse and tha dirt
Shit, yeah, like Miley Cyrus got a twerk shit, even if it ain't workin', still gotta put

That work in, even if I ain't workin' for certain, I gotta rock right now, I gotta
Rock, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta rock right now, yeah, I don't be stressing, I may look Easy
I'm drinkin' that Remy, I'm 2G4TV, and this is me breathing, I don't be stressing
I may look EASY, I'm drinkin' that Remy, I'm 2G4TV, and this is me breathing

Wait, nigga, I thought I wasn't ready for it, been ready for it, stay ready for it
Eat niggas like spaghetti for it, stop talkin' bout what you can't afford, this swag boy
I'm payin' for, and there's some shit you just can't afford, and there's some shit I
Just can't record, but I ask a bitch what it's hittin' for, and where the digits go

Hope the feeling's reciprocal, that ass she got is a miracle
Your ass shoulda been a centiphale, hopefully you single, then maybe we can mingle
Get up out this bitch and get shit poppin' just like Pringles, yeah, my present's a gift
Kris Kringle, not a thing ho, what you mean, Hoe, this a free throw, no hands, both eyes closed

Kill the lingo, bada bingo, tell LB, get the blunt roll, run a double told, A-style
Boy, I don't know where the hook go, A-style said, boy, don't you worry
I'ma show you how to cook, Dope, I said, say No more, animal, eat him like Hannibal
Cannibal, radical, lookin' for the mannibal, that a boy, attaboy

Finna go Rambo, a handful, get these niggas all they can handle
Camel , run this shit in those candles, combo flaco, hit him with the rocko
You ain't even know it, that's how it's Supposed to go
Preserve the antidote, eat him like a cantaloupe, Figaro, Figaro

I-I-I-I-adios, gone in 60 seconds on these motherf*ckin' dildos
And dil-holes, looking' like, what is a dill tho for real, though
I can turn you to a trill hoe, we can get a friend, we can turn it to a trio
Quattro, cinco, we can get a freak on the six in the month

Be warned, my six gotta be gone, ayy, y'all do that right, hey
I-I-I don't be stressin', I-I-I don't be stressin'
I may look easy, I may look easy, I'm drinkin' that Remy
I'm 2G for TV, and this is me breathin'

I don't be stressin', I may look easy
I'm drinkin' that Remy, I'm 2G for TV
And this is me breathin', I don't be stressin'
I may look easy, I'm drinkin' that Remy

I'm 2G for TV, and this is me breathin'
I'm 2G for TV, and this is me breathin'