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Easy
1,689
Reggae
Easy was released on March 26, 2020 by Styl1st production as a part of the album Easy - Single
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Release DateMarch 26, 2020
LabelStyl1st production
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM199

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Lambie
Jonathan Lambie
Songwriter

Lyrics

Easy
Easy yourself, easy your dead
Easy them dead
Look how easy them dead
Ease yourself, ease your dead
You shoulda know seh, not flippin' up
We no live weird, we're gonna live up
So we vicious public, we go rubbish him up
Bust the key with the load, clip to lit on
We bust gun delicious, run me rap for the top
Shot, broke them, bustin' him, shot, buckin' him
Young people run with him, blood, decay, bust rap for the door
When me knock it, me get a pissing drum
Killin' sweet like a syrup, and all the risk shawty
And physically me be damaged, smell the ridicule
Shift me halfy, extension for the matic
When me begin with the magic, smell the vanish
But they deliver for coffin, sixteen left them pitchy-patchy
My road splishy-splashy, me no city funny
He must scream like yally, when a tiny case peaks his panic
People get busy, buddy, to valley, I saw we deal with it graphic
No pussy can dismear me, have the glock with doppy panic
Life gets relegated, I no now rich
Suffer than a toughy, bullet sharper than a lass
Fuck up the chatting, have the heavy weight
Me will lift up the fatty, tell him the remin tan sick
Burrita, singer, Sankey, we're responsive
Glock G-19, the pink and chic
Man, a run like Ashish, run me and the 9X-19
Run down upon him, bullet sick him, some upload him, I spit (you see)
You say
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Easy them dead
Look how easy them dead
Easy them dead
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Look how easy them dead
Smooth with the healing
Easy them bed
Smooth, look how easy them dead
But get a word this, them just love badness
Never see a gun with a chip, or a kick, a chatty, right now, brain shuffling
With the marrow partially escaped from it
The case satanic, whole baby a badness
Chicken press makes face landing like plane
Brain staying active, the AK have him
I kick him and I box him
I knock out a risk spray and we not do catering
The bull has no property now, could have been afraid when I'm bossing my gun
Them can't fuck with a girl, fuck with Nikki, what's it six up?
When the thing bust, who did Kimbos start frigging run?
And I pick the thing
But I click them tall like his car, but my rapper dey talk, shot, broke them
I'm bossing him, shot, bucking him, young people run with him, blood
The K-boss rapper dey talk, when me knock it
Me get happy syndrome, killing sweet like his syrup
It's so easy them dead
Easy, easy, look how easy them dead
Easy yourself, easy them dead
Yeah, yeah, right, so
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Easy them dead, look how easy them dead
Easy them dead
Easy them dead, ease them
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Look how easy them dead
Easy them dead
Look how easy them dead
Wal-Miles
You say
Both bear
St. Thomas
You say
Funny stun
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Easy them dead, easy yourself
Easy them dead, easy them dead
Written by: Jonathan Lambie
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