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letra de ezell - rmc mike

ezell lyrics
[intro]
(mama, whatchu doin? you cook up something?)
b-tch

[chorus]
rmc piece on the way with so much detail
i sell verses and my b-tch work the retail
swear to god, all these n-ggas hoes, buncha females
smokey back here takin this sh-t, shut up ezell
anything i get my hands on i could resell
b-tch caught me cheating once, now i use the e-mail
how you got a fresh backwood but the weed stale?
took aunty to the pharm’ and got a free 12

[verse 1]
it was red, i had to call my brother rio
i dropped a six in the pop, he added three mo’
drunk the other three lines raw then go to sleep doe
i had to meet my young dawgs at the casino
a n-gga asked for free pro’s from me
n-gga, i’ll buy your whole bag with all my old money
b-tch sucked my d-ck for 30 minutes left her nose runny
popped my lil cousin in the leg, that n-gga stole from me
i bet he learned his lesson
make sure that you hold that pistol with from firm aggression
b-tch, when we on the road you better merge correctly
cause if we make it back home you might earn the necklace
i’m just lookin out for you and that’s just real sh-t
she seen me up a roll of blues, now she reeled in
unc got a lot of food, b-tch the meals in
boy i got a lot of views, b-tch them m’s in
[chorus]
rmc piece on the way with so much detail
i sell verses and my b-tch work the retail
swear to god, all these n-ggas hoes, buncha females
smokey back here takin this sh-t, shut up ezell
anything i get my hands on i could resell
b-tch caught me cheating once, now i use the e-mail
how you got a fresh backwood but the weed stale?
took aunty to the pharm’ and got a free 12

[verse 2]
man this beat hard as h-ll, good lookin’ track
unc got caught with a brick and they cooked his ass
we got this sh-t out the mud, you in a foot of grass
caught aunty stealin’ out my car and i whooped her ass
b-tch i’m on the road to riches i ain’t lookin back
dawg died in the kitchen while he was cookin crack
comin’ up, i just want the money i ain’t look at rap
now i’m one of the hardest in the city, would you look at that?
ay, this my appreciation
one day i hope i could look up and they say we the greatest
think dumb and dumber with r, we got a recreation
how you n-ggas tryna steal some soft that only we could make up?
we finna be the reason for you n-ggas’ pay cuts
we ain’t even broke a sweat, we just doin’ lay-ups
i just ran into some red, i’m finna pour an 8 up
call came in, 30 band play on the table
[chorus]
rmc piece on the way with so much detail
i sell verses and my b-tch work the retail
swear to god, all these n-ggas hoes, buncha females
smokey back here takin this sh-t, shut up ezell
anything i get my hands on i could resell
b-tch caught me cheating once, now i use the e-mail
how you got a fresh backwood but the weed stale?
took aunty to the pharm’ and got a free 12

- rmc mike

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