Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Easy, artist - Toosii. Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not Easy |
| This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah |
| Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? |
| And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah |
| Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh |
| You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah |
| You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this |
| If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it? |
| Yeah |
| Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit (Yeah, uh) |
| She wanna fuck on a nigga just for that check, mhm, yeah |
| Won’t get a dollar from me, better get my respect |
| Oh, now I’m broke now 'cause I won’t give you shit and I won’t flex? |
| Mhm, yeah |
| You want a nigga drop a bag on your chest, mhm |
| That shit a dub, could’ve got indicted for this here bag |
| Now you callin' my phone, you need your nails did and your hair bad |
| Talkin' 'bout you need some rent money, your check ain’t clear yet, uh |
| Bitch, get off my phone, I ain’t tryna hear that |
| Got a bag, now the hoes move faster |
| She want dick, then you know I’ma tax her |
| I got some like muscle relaxers |
| I won’t lie, don’t do no cappin' |
| Yungeen Ace, he say jo jacking |
| I don’t know what that mean |
| But I think it mean that these hoes be flaggin', yeah, uh |
| This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah |
| Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? |
| And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah |
| Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh |
| You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah |
| You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this |
| If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it? |
| Yeah |
| Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit (Uh) |
| That lil' ho think she Caresha |
| My bitch a queen, Latifah |
| Hoes wan' kick shit like FIFA |
| I ain’t tryna do that either |
| She smoke indica, sativa |
| And she think that a nigga believe her |
| Give me pussy, then I won’t need her, uh, yeah, uh |
| Still the same nigga, just check, lil' baby, my bag big, yeah |
| Came from the rags to the riches, don’t know where the rags is |
| My money clean now, and that ain’t somethin' that a rag did |
| Dirty money was cool 'cause that was somethin' that a bag did |
| She can’t fuck with a nigga like me |
| Too much racks inside of my jeans |
| Dope dick turn her into a fiend |
| She was just tryna fuck with the team |
| Stiff on a ho, say a nigga be mean |
| You don’t got shit that I need |
| What the fuck could you do for me? |
| This shit ain’t easy as it seem, you gotta talk to me, yeah |
| Why when you feel down, you depend on calling me? |
| And I know it sound like lies, but girl, it’s true, yeah |
| Without me, wouldn’t be no you, oh |
| You want a Birkin bag, you on some groupie, yeah |
| You a city girl now, you wasn’t like this at first, I ain’t used to this |
| If you got your own, why when I see you, you ain’t usin' it? |
| Yeah |
| Broke bitch can’t get a dollar, you ain’t doin' shit |