Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sugaman Onnat
Sugaman Onnat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Johnson Jr
Bobby Johnson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ronnie J.
Ronnie J.
Producer

Lyrics

( bay bay )
815 to the world fuck **** go
Sound so sweet don’t y’all agree
( Verse )
I crack dat seal on Anejo Patron pour up proceed to slip slow
I sip more & more I’m situated let’s go
I ease my pain how I ease my pain you ease yo pain how u ease yo pain
U bet not tell not to drank u bet not tell me not to swang
E.A. Sports I’m n da game cop my trophy’s got my fame
Pop my shyt & live my life nah pass that drank I ain’t feeling right
It ain’t by my bed I can’t sleep at night
One ain’t n the head u ain’t toating it right
Is it nah or zah get yo reefer right
How u gon ease yo mind it ain’t smoking right
It’s a blessing once I hit dat door Red bone ask me how my day go
She a blessing how she use her throat nun more then that I do not wish to say so
U copped that watch cuz It compliment ya or it ease ya pain I wanna know
U luv that bitch cuz she fuk ya good or she wifey type I just wanna kno
Candy paint when I ease my pain, both lanes swinging spilling drank
2 shots penetrate yo brain you a hata fuk what u thank
Light the hookahs up dim da lights i inhale it slow
Hit the post office up 2 ease the pain that’s what I mail it 4
( hook ) repeat x2
U smoking dem squares huh polluting the air huh
U went to jail huh u out on bail huh
U off yo game huh sumn gotta change huh
It’s hard to thank huh gotta ease the pain huh
( verse 2 )
It’s vacations fa me, jet skis & palm trees
Fancy suite that come with the city view i fucked on the balcony
Sections in the club fa me buckets of ice with bottles n em
The hookah, the sparkles, standing on couches the bad waitress that brought it to us
It’s the compliments dat I get left the jewelry store with that shyt on me
From the Second floor n my crib i can look ova the house it’s sick homie
I’m telling ya na it’s the feeling I get when the pak touch down
Dats easing this the pain & stress relief it’s time to run it up now
That feeling I get when I count the bread and it’s all there
Don’t need no front no more he buying his own I’m like aww yea
When that rent paid up & bills paid up I’m laid up
Extra rackS to get it early that ain’t no paper
I ease my pain how I ease my pain you ease yo pain how you ease yo pain
U bet not tell me not to kick it it’s hard to keep my social distance
( hook ) x2
U smoking dem squares huh polluting the air huh
U went to jail huh u out on bail huh
U off yo game huh sumn gotta change huh
It’s hard to thank huh gotta ease the pain huh
( bay bay )
Shout out to the plug
One time for my digi scale and da vacumn sealer
Both thangs I ain’t Neva seen
A ufo & a hoe that wouldn’t go
A turtle with speed & a bitch I need
Sugaman Onnat
Written by: Bobby Johnson Jr
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