15 Hundid
Ohhh
Listen
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
[Wiz Khalifa] Verse 1
Yeah
High School Man
Taylor Gang
Young Khalifa
I'll show you how to do this shit
Uhh, (It Could Be Easy)
But you probably won't believe me
That's why I'm smokin, ridin, listenin
To "Doggy Style" on CD
They saw me on TV
Now they gon try they hardest to be me
Say she know just who I am
And plus my team is undefeated
I'm the man in my city
If you want I got the key
I could put you on the game
Or on the ocean by the beach
Everything you see I own
I don't got a lease
If your bitch outta control
Better put that ho on a leash, (Ummm)
If you listenin to what I'm tryna tell ya
Every dime pays, but they catchin messin with that high grade
They gon try and fail ya
Call up mom's tell her "You in the hallway, Plus your clothes smell kinda familiar"
I ain't trippin
I'm twistin up another one
Gotta couple problems with my bitches Dogg
Cuz Pimpin Ain't (EASY)
I'm Rolling up tree
Staying low from police
And don't ask where I've been
Dogg I'm going where the cheese be
Haters talk, When I leave
They just front, when they see
What they want, say they dont
But they need me...
I'm like a fucking Game Genie
Young Nigga, But I make it look EASY!!!
Ohhh
Listen
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
It could be easy
[Wiz Khalifa] Verse 1
Yeah
High School Man
Taylor Gang
Young Khalifa
I'll show you how to do this shit
Uhh, (It Could Be Easy)
But you probably won't believe me
That's why I'm smokin, ridin, listenin
To "Doggy Style" on CD
They saw me on TV
Now they gon try they hardest to be me
Say she know just who I am
And plus my team is undefeated
I'm the man in my city
If you want I got the key
I could put you on the game
Or on the ocean by the beach
Everything you see I own
I don't got a lease
If your bitch outta control
Better put that ho on a leash, (Ummm)
If you listenin to what I'm tryna tell ya
Every dime pays, but they catchin messin with that high grade
They gon try and fail ya
Call up mom's tell her "You in the hallway, Plus your clothes smell kinda familiar"
I ain't trippin
I'm twistin up another one
Gotta couple problems with my bitches Dogg
Cuz Pimpin Ain't (EASY)
I'm Rolling up tree
Staying low from police
And don't ask where I've been
Dogg I'm going where the cheese be
Haters talk, When I leave
They just front, when they see
What they want, say they dont
But they need me...
I'm like a fucking Game Genie
Young Nigga, But I make it look EASY!!!
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