Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make It Look Easy, artist - Berner. Date of issue: 20.01.2022
Song language: English
Make It Look Easy |
| Bah |
| GOTTI |
| I hate to clash with niggas |
| Attitude bad, I don’t last with niggas |
| Lost her son, bring flowers with her |
| Take me down, won’t allow you niggas |
| I got mad with the one I live with 'cause she ain’t let me slide on niggas |
| Screamin' murders just to get some views, the feds won’t grab 'em niggas |
| Eight-ball stuffed in my PSDs |
| Get my weed from P and G |
| Dangerous, that shit PnB |
| Fucked up, ate a PBJ |
| I get drank from a CNA |
| Hate when a killer leave DNA |
| Put a bag on you, they’ll kill you in a day |
| Got in my bag, better get out my way, they’ll burn you |
| Need weed, call Berner on a burner (What up?) |
| Cook C, then hit it like Turner |
| I get greazy like J-Money |
| Too easy, shit was like Gunna |
| Talked to Bella, I ain’t breakin' my promise |
| Freak bitch put a hole in my condom |
| Had the hood get hot like a sauna |
| Hope bro don’t die this summer |
| You know, I prefer the harder way |
| Hard, it’s hard |
| Oh (Yeah, but we make it look easy) |
| It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy) |
| It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy) |
| It’s hard (It's hard), it’s hard (It's hard, we make it look easy) |
| I got forty ones for forty-one |
| Lost two hun', what a horrible run |
| Fresh bag, though, got more to come |
| Army trucks, so grab more than one |
| Late night, when I sleepwalk, I hear the streets talkin' (I hear the streets |
| talkin') |
| It’s hard out here, they don’t eat often |
| Told 'em stay low, keep the heat often |
| From twenty likes to a hundred plus, I had to run it up (Run it up) |
| Made ten mil', then I doubled up |
| On the good one, no double cup |
| We fly cash when the mail’s hot |
| Six bitches on Southwest |
| Money orders, big faces |
| Been five days without rest |
| I’m out West on the Bay Bridge |
| Just grabbed the keys to my eighth crib |
| Life’s a trip, take a sip |
| Pour the rest, I’m sick of stress |
| More commas, I’m back tweakin' |
| Pack shippin' in big trucks |
| Stash house is in London now |
| Had to go big, couldn’t give it up (Couldn't give it up) |
| I’m big dog, we smoke different |
| From breakin' hoes and coke flippin' |
| And two B’s, we boast different (We boast different) |
| Big dog, we smoke different |
| From breakin' hoes and coke flippin' |
| And two B’s, we boast different (We boast different, yeah) |
| You know, I prefer the harder way |
| Hard, it’s hard |
| Oh (Yeah, but we make it look easy) |
| It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy) |
| It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, oh (We make it look easy) |
| It’s hard (It's hard), it’s hard (It's hard, we make it look easy) |