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Step 1: Instead of ass say “buns,” like “kiss my buns” or “you're a bunshole.”
Step 2: Instead of shit say “poo,” as in “bull-poo,” “poo-head,” and “this

beatin', I can't let you in easy
Why should I be the one to stay, when I know you gon' leave? 
Miss Tish wanted me to talk at Jay funeral 
But I was tryna

to feast
Why can someone get mad
It's only my treat
So three, two, one here he comes
Don't ask where he comes from
Cause

This alter ego is coming
It's time

what I'm saying, nigga
You know this money shit been
Gettin' way too easy

I don't really take no photos
I'm in a four door
Ridin' wit' like two hoes
I

To find not one but four
Where we can sink our teeth
And out of four there's two
Open just to feed us three

Looks like this one's closed
Yeah, this one's

finesse,

Chorus 1x:
tryna get big like sumo,
how many shots two more,
TOO EcSY put it on, 2x
too easy, put it on,
CRUISE 

there is no way i can lose,
when

Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for

and I seen God
Ain't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hard
I done finally got an award, yeah

Tired of this car, then switch

me
From the 3 oh 3 
In my CIT to the Y
Wanna know what I am? 
You can look up in the sky
But now-a-days
They only want it if it's hyphy 
Anywhere I

Wake with a smile on my face
Man in the mirror like damn what a day
I’m high where I stay
High when I wake
Niggas like jay please where’s the plate
2

“I just wanted to make you feel the same pain that I felt.”

Step left, step right
Take it easy, one dream at a time
Spin around by the fire

They don't wanna see me in the end, I'm coming for the top
Cause Jay about to drop, cook it up and make it hot
Was chilling at the spot, Lil Buddha

ONE TWO STEP AWAY

(DAVID BYRNES, JAY BRUNSWICK, CARLTON ANDERSON)

TRUCK IN THE DRIVE
HAT ON A NAIL AT HOME EVERY NIGHT
BOOTS PARKED INSIDE RIGHT BY

EASY
Music & Lyrics by Barbara Graff 2020

V1
Why can’t I stay happy, baby?
Like finding rainbows in a waterfall
Like when I see you smilin’, baby

like that
I'm confused how it's easy to lie like that
Back-strap brown rizz and get high like that
Put a 2 in a pack now its eyes on me
The talk come

momma scones
Add a cup self raising
I bake myself
On occassion with a girl or two
Two heads, are better than one
Three's a crowd unless
We're talking

Man Of The Year

Lil Wayne

Too Hot

2012

of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, 'round three
I told you not

Make the Music With Your Mouth, Biz

Funkmaster Flex

The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes of Funk

1995

hard for it
That's why I like doing sounds, that's hard to achieve
Making two or three sounds at one time you can't believe

When I walk down

aagyi
Gharde kehnde chal baahr
Kmaa ke laya sareya da tid paal
Karja utaar naaley har mahine da vyaaj
‎2 Number de 2 kam fir jurhdey paisey 4
1 Number

by my side when I didn't have a home 
Homies by my side when my rap was unknown 
We put in 100 thousand hours 
3 years in the making to call this shit

I'LL SURROUND MYSELF WITH TWO OR THREE LADIES
BY THE END OF THE NIGHT THEY'LL BE CALLING ME BABY

I AIN'T GOIN' DOWN EARLY OR EASY
MIGHT BE WRONG BUT

Old School

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

spare time
I caught a ride on Noah's ark, cus I had a pair of Puma's
And two chickens on my arm

That's true...... and when I came through
Noticed

back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view

Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her