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Tytuł: Ma be easy
  • Wykonawca: Fabolous
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     uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
  yeah, yeah, yeah
  
  [verse 1]
  Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend
  Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin'
  Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
  Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
  Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
  Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in
  I be's in the keys wit a click of friends
  Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
  I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin
  It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in
  Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"
  After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in
  Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy
  Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats
  I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's
  You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh
  
  [Chorus]
  I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
  (Watch it, please)
  Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
  (Put down that cheese)
  Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy
  (You get nothin' from me)
  You get NOTHIN!
  
  [Verse 2]
  So the kid never stresses a female
  And if you ask where I live they gon' give you
  addresses to e-mail
  All that cops can suggest is that he sell
  How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12
  From S's to CL's, I request is (?)
  In the head rests his t.v's dwell
  They heard how many albums I presses for retail
  And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale
  And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills
  Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled
  And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
  Still dames have been givin me slow neck
  And I don't even know what they real names have been
  I feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down
  I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin
  
  [chorus]
  
  Ma you musta had too many weed totes
  'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes
  I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats
  Hundred and somthin wit two skinny deep throats
  Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats
  See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes
  No more shoppin' sprees I'm rough wit the ends
  Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins
  I deal wit nothin but tens
  I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends
  Chickens get keys, scuffin the benz
  Cause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens
  Snatch any chink blond who feel my link longview
  (One try) I ain't tryin to put clinks on you
  Hope trickin ain'n one of the things you think John do
  Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami
  
  [Chorus]

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