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Tables by EazyWin Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Intro]
Umm, yeah. EazyWin. Beat on a table, yeah

[Chorus]
Now, let me spit some lines, just make a beat on a table
I'm boutta talk my shit while I'm smoking some grass
I make my own shit, I ain't got no label
I produce myself, I make sure my shit slaps
I'm the swaggiest rapper in this damn area
Everybody knows EazyWin, that boy got raps
Feature me on a song and I will carry
Your whole album 'cause my verses are hella dope, that's facts

[Verse]
Now, you say you got a lot of hoes, but I can't really find 'em
I'm serious, I'm even using Google Maps
Now, one thing I can find is my upcoming album
When you'll listen to it, don't lie to yourself, that's a "yes"
But if you'll say it is trash, just prove your point
Or your face will get smashed, I'll smoke you like a joint
Pussy niggas be talking but they can't even explain their shit
Unlike me, wait for my abum, you will enjoy it
Young nigga rappin', I got a lot of flows
I'm flexing on these niggas, I'm a boss
You niggas are hatin' on me, you ain't got no balls
'Cause y'all niggas be actin' like some hoes
Man, I'm sure everybody got their goals
If you wanna reach 'em, you need to quit bitchin'
I'm cooking something dope and you're just laying on the floor
I'm like: "Motherfucka, who shat in the kitchen?!"
I'm not saying you're the shit, I'm saying you're a turd
How do you want to beef with me, if you are so small?
You're hating on me, and it's kinda retarded
Have you tried to understand me at all?
Have you tried to understand me like once?
I've been rappin' since I was a child, and I'm only improving
I ain't only rappin' bout the blunts
I'm a motherfuckin' thugga and I can fuckin' prove it
I'm smoking weed like Towelie
Chillin' and joking, that's comedy
You steal my jokes, that's robbery
Get the fuck out my property
In a best rappers list you're under me
That's why your hoes be typing me
I tell these hoes: "Don't bother me"
-"You got no hoes!"
-"That's irony!"
You see, I don't really give no fucks, I'm just rappin'
You think I do it for clout? Nah, bro, you're cappin'
Nah, I ain't tryna be famous, I know it ain't gonna happen
I'm just that kid in the back, making beats on a table
They think that kiddo's a weirdo, but he be beatin' that beat, tho
And, yeah, I can agree with them, that thing is kinda unusual
Young nigga speaking over beats that I make by myself
I got a lot of words to rhyme, I make puns and I use 'em
My music is amusing, your music is just confusing
If we had a rap-battle, I'd beat you with 8 lines
I freestyle everyday, my nigga, I ain't lying
I can talk for an hour, my nigga, but, in conclusion
I got skills
I kill beats
I'm the shit
That's EazyWin
[Chorus]
Now, let me say some more, just make beat on a table
I'm boutta talk my shit while I'm smoking some grass
I make my own shit, I ain't got no label
I produce myself, I make sure my shit slaps
I'm the swaggiest rapper in this damn area
Everybody knows EazyWin, that boy got raps
Feature me on a song and I will carry
Your whole album 'cause my verses are hella dope, that's facts

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, that's EazyWin. As you can tell, my album's coming out soon
It's gonna be like twelve tracks, it's gonna be...you're gonna enjoy it, yeah
EazyWin, coming soon. Swag!