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letra de do it better feat rocky diamonds - ezzy babe

first verse (ezzy babe)
n-ggas flexin but i ain’t the one they wanna flex wit
we be gettin money
enough money to f-ck yo ex b-tch
real n-ggas to the front
and b-tch n-gga right there is yo exit
got a big drum with a long azz h-rn
like that b-tch just came from texas
big 4-5, extra tint on that b-tch
in case its war these n-ggas want
or we can hit the club, have a whole bottle war
in case these n-ggas wanna stunt
i just pulled up in it, in a old school tinted
and a bad little blendy right in the front
they just pulled up in it, with a whole bunch of n-ggas
and i bet them n-ggas dont book like none
it’s ez to the baby
i got chips so its gravy
if u ask about double l, bet they say that we wavy
on the grind right to greatness
prolly yo b-tch lil favorite
used to sleep in my whip and now my whip a mercedes
yeah!i’

chorus (2x)
we got b-tches, they got b-tches
but our b-tches badder
we got money, they got money
but our check is fatter
they pop bottles, we pop bottles
but not on our level
problem is you n-ggas do it
but we do it better

second verse (ezzy babe)
hold up fast, no fold up cash
we just roll up gas
moco swag, but when the 4-4 blast
it’ll show yo azz
we started from the bottom
some young n-ggas, came and made it out
group message text, we them n-ggas
b-tches rave about
we stuntin in yo city, like its our city
big cuz copped the lex and the 550
if you gettin money baby, come vibe wit me
got dem bad b-tches right on the side wit me, yeah
started with a quarter, now a n-gga get the whole thing
dreams of richie porter, now its rollie for the whole gang
jeweler on my line, he got some new watches and gold chains
i’ma touchdown with these dirty birds and cop the whole thing
these n-ggas broke on the low, so what they gon tell us
used to buss the weight to the crib, like jerome bettis

chorus (2x)

third verse (rocky diamonds)
man these n-ggas already know what the f-ck it is bro
i’ma hold sh-t down for u
belee dat, slime!

look, i got my sh-t together
n-gga my b-tches badder
got my foot on they neck, i kno that i can’t let up
nah, it ain’t no stopping
ain’t no f-cking option
these n-ggas think they poppin
huh, i’ma show em
city on my back, i got this sh-t
i’ma take the shot, i won’t miss it
hit the l and then i get missin (gone)
thats gone, b-tch i am on
always on the road, but love home
i take a deuce to my dome
i pulled the tool to yo dome
blah! blah! boom!

chorus (2x)

- ezzy babe

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