Rick Ross & Meek Mill – “Lyrical Eazy” MP3 DOWNLOAD
Renowned as two of the most respected music producers in the game, Rick Ross and Meek Mill have just graced the airwaves with their latest melodic masterpiece – “Lyrical Eazy.” This dynamic duo has been keeping fans on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting their collaborative album, “Too Good To Be True,” set to hit the music scene with a bang on November 10th.
In “Lyrical Eazy,” Ross and Mill exhibit their lyrical prowess, weaving intricate wordplay and storytelling into a symphonic tapestry that is nothing short of extraordinary. The track serves as a tantalizing appetizer for what promises to be an unforgettable album, where the two artists delve deep into the heart of their musical synergy.
Don’t miss out on this musical journey! Get ready to be serenaded by the harmonious union of Rick Ross and Meek Mill. Tune in, immerse yourself in their musical world, and get a taste of what’s to come on “Too Good To Be True.”
Indulge your senses in their musical magic, and let the anticipation for their forthcoming album soar. Listen and share below.
Lyrical Eazy Lyrics
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Glock 4 a peezy, this shit too easy (Too easy)
These fuckin’ rap niggas be talkin’ to greasy (Too greasy)
Said smoke, well run up on me nigga, when you see me, pussy (Fuck ’em)
Murder on mind, I been up all night
Two bad bitches tryna fuck all night
Heard we was in the club, he had to duck all night
I told him, catch him at the later, I shoot his truck on seight
Niggas ain’t got it (Got it), niggas ain’t ’bout it (‘Bout it)
Hunnid cash, large black card in my pocket (Pocket)
Rose gold Richie’ (Richie’), I don’t need a rocket (Never)
Brand new Benz for what? ‘Cause I ain’t even drive it
Nigga, this how I’m respondin’, I’m like, y’all ain’t even pop it
‘Cause we’ve been mobbin’, flyin’ private, different hours
And I ain’t lyin’, I got this money shit to a science
Got your baby momma in the Bahamas actin’ different and she wildin’
All that 42 get turned like Dugg and them (Free ’em)
‘Bout that cash and get real slimey, talk like Thug and ’em (Free Thug)
Nigga say they fuck with us, but we don’t fuck with them (Fuck ’em)
My youngin’ got that chopper, turnin’ Andre, he star drummin’ ’em (Brrt)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Boss
Grew up in the projects, jumpin’ on the roof
Garbage bag full of dollars, I come from the movie
Young Jimmy IV, know the crime scene (Woo)
Leave a nigga whole team on them R.I.Ps (Ah)
Point ’em out and put ’em on obituaries (Splat)
Love a business, either or, it’s only temporary
Cash city niggas, never known to sip pathetic (Y’all see)
I’m ’bout the money, you can miss me with your freaky fetish (Woo)
Straight from Star Island, take me to Jamaica (Lord)
Three-hundred for a yacht, never droppin’ anchor (Huh)
Count a thousand pounds as we ride around (Thousand)
Disrespect is not allowed, so we shot him down (Brrt)
Bricks in the crate, first forty-eight (Brrt)
Lamborghini out the box, so who wanna race? (Wow)
My attorney talkin’ facts, rats on the tape (Huh)
I’m talkin’ money, off the topic, count it in your face
[Outro: Meek Mill]
M-M-M
Gang you know
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