Cap 1 - Too Easy lyrics

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Cap 1 - Too Easy lyrics

[Intro:DJ Teknikz] The sh** to easy bro Its too f**ing 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 n***a 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 f**ed your girl in the basement Down for anything, but I don't fall for Nathan I go to the j**elery store for a vacation Celebration, dedication I rob a n***a in his sleep, Freddy mixed with Jason They got me paranoid all these different faces I know somebody the police I can f**ing 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 n***a four Os n***a throw like a quarterback [Hook x2] Small things to a giant, its too easy Just got dressed I'm colder than the flu season Its too easy its too easy Its too easy its too easy [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I do this in my sleep I need to change the covers Menage a trois and I dont change the rubbers Nasty n***a so dont ask a n***a Black and ashy flashy with charisma A pack of cigarillos and 2 liter And that's just for two people Trynna get numb n***a cuz my feelings hurt Dealing work I'm a go to jail I keep k**ing verses I got a hard top I'm about to convert Bought her a** 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 n***a getting private dances in public [Hook] [Verse 3: Cap-1] 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 b**hes trynna make a movie for the final edit Shouts out to my bad b**h that red ho with them tattoos That fat a** 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 n***as 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 22s and I'm couped up Low pro crew cut She f** with me then my crew f** Chicken noodle she souped up And I'm layed back with my boots up Louie V got Damier Now Im 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 [Hook]