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The shit to easy bro Its too fucking easy 2 Chainz, get em! [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Call me Tity Boi you can call me 2 Chainz I got two of everything yo nigga too lame End of conversation I'm running out of patience You can't play me they don't play me on the station Ain't no debatin', rappers get eaten Keep it on the low I fucked your girl in the basement Down for anything, but I don't fall for Nathan I go to the jewelery store for a vacation Celebration, dedication I rob a nigga in his sleep, Freddy mixed with Jason They got me paranoid all these different faces I know somebody the police I can fucking taste it Mmm mmm mmm, I can smell a rat Fire, fire, fire, let them feel the gat O O O O that's a quarter pack Nigga four Os nigga throw like a quarterback Small things to a giant, it's too easy Just got dressed I'm colder than the flu season It's too easy, it's too easy It's too easy, it's too easy Letras de canciones Small things to a giant, it's too easy Just got dressed I'm colder than the flu season It's too easy, it's too easy It's too easy, it's too easy I do this in my sleep I need to change the covers Menage a trois and I dont change the rubbers Nasty nigga so dont ask a nigga Black and ashy flashy with charisma A pack of cigarillos and 2 liter And that's just for two people Trynna get numb nigga cuz my feelings hurt Dealing work I'm a go to jail I keep killing verses I got a hard top I'm about to convert Bought her ass a bag and paid they phone service Name brand head to toe walking in strokers Two girls on my coat walking out of strokers Its a small thing the big foot That's why I stalk my money taller, the six foot And I'm motivated to get more of it Rich nigga getting private dances in public Small things to a giant, it's too easy Just got dressed I'm colder than the flu season It's too easy, it's too easy It's too easy, it's too easy Small things to a giant, it's too easy Just got dressed I'm colder than the flu season It's too easy, it's too easy It's too easy, it's too easy I say its too easy me and two Breezys Everything around me sick, flu season Got the minis popping pack doing them calisthenics Pack of bitches trynna make a movie for the final edit Shouts out to my bad bitch that red ho with them tattoos That fat ass and them green eyes got green guys my trap boom Got work to sell got pounds of kush Break it down got ning dings Got nine hoes need nine mo, roster Bruce Springsteen That mac 11 start talking fast That paper stacking like Kinkos Blowing strong popping bands These niggas stealing our lingo And I'm TRUed up got two cups Me and 2 Chainz go too nuts Two guns and I'm deuced up 22's and I'm couped up Low pro crew cut She fuck with me then my crew fuck Chicken noodle she souped up And I'm laid back with my boots up Louie V got Damier Now I'm out of town brought mami there Then me go call said bring that all That female with me went to see Javier and I'm gone Small things to a giant, it's too easy Just got dressed I'm colder than the flu season It's too easy, it's too easy It's too easy, it's too easy Small things to a giant, it's too easy Just got dressed I'm colder than the flu season It's too easy, it's too easy It's too easy, it's too easy From Letras Mania