Rocky Diamonds, Ezzy Babe - Do It Better Feat Rocky Diamonds lyrics
[Rocky Diamonds, Ezzy Babe - Do It Better Feat Rocky Diamonds lyrics]
Niggas flexin but i ain't the
One they wanna flex wit we be gettin money
Enough Money to fuck yo ex bitch
Real Niggas to the front
And Bitch Nigga Right There Is Yo Exit
Got a big drum with a long azz horn
Like That Bitch just came from Texas
Big 4-5, Extra Tint on that bitch
In case it's war these niggas want
Or we can hit the club
Have a whole bottle war
In case these niggas 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 niggas
And I Bet Them Niggas Don't Book Like None
It's Ez To The Baby
I got chips so it's gravy
If u ask about double L
Bet they say that we wavy
On the grind right to greatness
Prolly yo bitch lil favorite
Used to sleep in my whip and
Now my whip a mercedes yeah!I'
We Got Bitches, They Got Bitches
But Our Bitches 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 niggas do it
But we do it better
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 Niggas, Came And Made It Out
Group Message text, We Them Niggas
Bitches Rave About
We stuntin in yo city, like it's our city
Big Cuz Copped the Lex and the 550
If You Gettin Money Baby, Come Vibe Wit Me
Got dem bad bitches right on the side wit me
Yeah started with a quarter
Now a nigga get the whole thing
Dreams of Richie Porter
Now it's 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 niggas broke on the low
So what they gon tell us
Used to Buss the Weight To the crib
Like Jerome Bettis
Man these niggas already know what
The fuck it is bro
I'ma hold shit down for u belee dat, Slime!
Look, I Got My Shit Together
Nigga my bitches badder
Got My Foot On They Neck
I Kno That I Can't Let Up
Nah, It Ain't No Stopping
Ain't No Fucking Option
These Niggas Think They Poppin
Huh, I'ma Show Em
City On My Back, I Got This Shit
I'ma Take The Shot, I Won't Miss It
Hit the L And Then I Get Missin
Thats Gone, Bitch 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!
One they wanna flex wit we be gettin money
Enough Money to fuck yo ex bitch
Real Niggas to the front
And Bitch Nigga Right There Is Yo Exit
Got a big drum with a long azz horn
Like That Bitch just came from Texas
Big 4-5, Extra Tint on that bitch
In case it's war these niggas want
Or we can hit the club
Have a whole bottle war
In case these niggas 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 niggas
And I Bet Them Niggas Don't Book Like None
It's Ez To The Baby
I got chips so it's gravy
If u ask about double L
Bet they say that we wavy
On the grind right to greatness
Prolly yo bitch lil favorite
Used to sleep in my whip and
Now my whip a mercedes yeah!I'
We Got Bitches, They Got Bitches
But Our Bitches 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 niggas do it
But we do it better
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 Niggas, Came And Made It Out
Group Message text, We Them Niggas
Bitches Rave About
We stuntin in yo city, like it's our city
Big Cuz Copped the Lex and the 550
If You Gettin Money Baby, Come Vibe Wit Me
Got dem bad bitches right on the side wit me
Yeah started with a quarter
Now a nigga get the whole thing
Dreams of Richie Porter
Now it's 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 niggas broke on the low
So what they gon tell us
Used to Buss the Weight To the crib
Like Jerome Bettis
Man these niggas already know what
The fuck it is bro
I'ma hold shit down for u belee dat, Slime!
Look, I Got My Shit Together
Nigga my bitches badder
Got My Foot On They Neck
I Kno That I Can't Let Up
Nah, It Ain't No Stopping
Ain't No Fucking Option
These Niggas Think They Poppin
Huh, I'ma Show Em
City On My Back, I Got This Shit
I'ma Take The Shot, I Won't Miss It
Hit the L And Then I Get Missin
Thats Gone, Bitch 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!