jay eazy - me + you lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
hey, where’s rolo?
srg, eazy, what?
[chorus]
i never cared ’bout n0body but your toxic ass
used to have no breesha for the driver so we hopped the cab
now don’t worry ’cause what we got in the tank is a lotta gas
me plus you plus something to do minus everything foo; my kinda math
let ’em assume how we get to the blues, i smell like lou’ with a patterned[?] bag
[verse 1]
boss sh+t, do what i want sh+t, eatin’ an omelette, check in, еarly good morning
raw sh+t, give her that raw sh+t, i’m always hittin’ it while wе are watchin’ the office
closet, look at my clothes and all you gon’ see is the runway design on my garments
chokin’, why are they talkin’, they tryna throw me off i don’t listen to nonsense
they want war jay, ace of spade, i’m chasin’ the future like eren yeager
jays celtics no jayson tatum, jay said “nine and a half bands later”[?]
i put the “man” in manifestation, we in j+pan for a vacation
look, it’s funny that what out of rubble my shorty be feelin’ the safest
’cause she know she better off havin’ a kid with jay than… just saying
[chorus]
i never cared ’bout n0body but your toxic ass
used to have no breesha for the driver so we hopped the cab
now don’t worry ’cause what we got in the tank is a lotta gas
me plus you plus something to do minus everything foo; my kinda math
let ’em assume how we get to the blues, i smell like lou’ with a patterned[?] bag
[verse 2]
felt that, i know they felt that
went from a 2012 ford to a muh’f+ckin’ h+llcat
dealt that, you know i dealt that
plug keep hittin’ me up cause he know i’ma sell fast
but i don’t need that kinda money no more, i get royalties now
brands hit me up for the promo, they beggin’ to spoil me now
they ain’t a crutch, she said “oil me down”
no kar+ate kid but i wax on wax off that ass
fill my cup with [?] and migos, oh sh+t think i lost my track
will i live another 24 like i brought kobe back?
[chorus]
i never cared ’bout n0body but your toxic ass
used to have no breesha for the driver so we hopped the cab
now don’t worry ’cause what we got in the tank is a lotta gas
me plus you plus something to do minus everything foo; my kinda math
let ’em assume how we get to the blues, i smell like lou’ with a patterned[?] bag
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