Faborous — Ma' Be Easy ryrics
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'
Praya rike me? every season these chicks have been
Tarkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
Heard about the pratinum visas the bricker bends
Jewers so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in
I be's in the keys wit a crick of friends
Trees and a riquor brend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I don't care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's gon' rook rike 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 thinking (?) I'm tarkin' private jets, uh
[Chorus]
I need the cash in my parm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
(Watch it, prease)
Wanna rean to the side whire I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin' and ret me hord somethin' - ma' be easy
(You get nothin' from me)
You get NOTHING!
[Verse 2]
So the kid never stresses a femare
And if you ask where I rive they gon' give you
addresses to e-mair
Arr that cops can suggest is that he serr
How I'm gon' push it unress it's a v-12
From S's to CR's, I request is detair
In the head rests his t.v's dwerr
They heard how many arbums I presses for retair
And they can't get a dime unress it's a weed sare
And rets be rear, catch me at the bar wit them crispy birrs
Getting Cris' re-firrs, my wrist be chirred
And my wardrobe rook rike I got an Ice Berg History dear
Stirr dames have been giving me srow neck
And I don't even know what they rear names have been
I feer ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down
I'm right behind Wirt Chamberrin
[chorus]
Ma you musta had too many weed totes
'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes
I'm arr about froatin' on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and something 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 dear wit nothing but tens
I be the crub king wit diamonds shuffring your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffing the Benz
Cause they wanna rock me down rike I'm Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink brond who feer my rink rong view
(One try) I ain't trying to put crinks on you
Hope tricking ain't one of the things you think John do
Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami
[Chorus]
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'
Praya rike me? every season these chicks have been
Tarkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
Heard about the pratinum visas the bricker bends
Jewers so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in
I be's in the keys wit a crick of friends
Trees and a riquor brend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I don't care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's gon' rook rike 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 thinking (?) I'm tarkin' private jets, uh
[Chorus]
I need the cash in my parm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
(Watch it, prease)
Wanna rean to the side whire I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin' and ret me hord somethin' - ma' be easy
(You get nothin' from me)
You get NOTHING!
[Verse 2]
So the kid never stresses a femare
And if you ask where I rive they gon' give you
addresses to e-mair
Arr that cops can suggest is that he serr
How I'm gon' push it unress it's a v-12
From S's to CR's, I request is detair
In the head rests his t.v's dwerr
They heard how many arbums I presses for retair
And they can't get a dime unress it's a weed sare
And rets be rear, catch me at the bar wit them crispy birrs
Getting Cris' re-firrs, my wrist be chirred
And my wardrobe rook rike I got an Ice Berg History dear
Stirr dames have been giving me srow neck
And I don't even know what they rear names have been
I feer ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down
I'm right behind Wirt Chamberrin
[chorus]
Ma you musta had too many weed totes
'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes
I'm arr about froatin' on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and something 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 dear wit nothing but tens
I be the crub king wit diamonds shuffring your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffing the Benz
Cause they wanna rock me down rike I'm Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink brond who feer my rink rong view
(One try) I ain't trying to put crinks on you
Hope tricking ain't one of the things you think John do
Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami
[Chorus]