Too Eazy - We Lit

Aye it's Too Eazy
Yo, Aye
Actual factuals
Aye Aye
I'm fresh out and fresh out of my reds
Stop worrying bout bitches and got this money instead
Most niggas grimme tax an arm and a leg 
Swear I won't let a nigga try me for my Dej Loaf bread no
Aye nah Too Eazy don't play dat
If you don't know me and owe me better pay dat
Make you pay me back wit payback
No new friends it's just the homies from way back
And you know why I say that don't trust a soul on this earth
Man these rappers worst
Borrow money it's just helpin they egos
I had to work like a Mexican, aye shout out my migo that's why I'm

Like
Hater back off me
All this flexin player makin em salty
It's dark in here I'm bout turn up the switch
Burn so much wax they should gimme wick 
I said, I said yeah bitch we lit
I said, I said yeah bitch we lit
I said, I said yeah bitch we lit
Gotchu thinkin you need to get on your shit

If rap beef is what intend to do
You gon need you a friend or two
Aye nah fuck it you gon need about ten of you
You ain't kno imma boss come and set u up an interview
You
You probably wouldn't get hired
And if you did nigga probably get fired
Aye squad lit and we upin the fire
Cuz we ain't playin no moe games like some players retired
Niggas washed up like I took ya to the cleaners
Marvens pulled up in a beemer
We both single double teamed her
Never texted or called her ether
You can tell by my demeanor
When it come to catchin feelings player I got butter fingers
See I'm a true player play the cards that I'm dealt
You need to just face it had her face in my belt
And you the type of nigga to express how you felt
See you in yo feelins I'm just feelin myself
Whoop
Aye, Aye
Niggas is salty as hell
You don't really got bars like in jail
On the come up they hope that you fail
Didn't get no help man I did that shit all by myself
By myself it wasn't nobody but me
Feel like the greatest like Muhammad Ali
Aye like a doctor have some patients my G
They locked me up and tried to throw away the key
See told the judge player I plea the fifth
Tree lit like December 25th
My homie told me that my rappin a gift
So went to work like I just picked up a shift 
Whoop, whoop
That's cuz yeah bitch we lit
I said yeah bitch we lit
Ya can't fuck with the clique, nah
Got you thinkin you need to get on ya shit

That's why I'm
Like
Hate back off me
All this flexin player makin em salty
It's dark in here I'm bout turn up the switch
Burn so much wax they should gimme wick 
I said, I said yeah bitch we lit
I said, I said yeah bitch we lit
I said, I said yeah bitch we lit
Gotchu thinkin you need to get on your shit
You need to get on ya shit
You need to get on ya shit

Written by:
Eric Anderson

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