EVERYBODY EATS Songtext
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EVERYBODY EATS Songtext
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, hell yeah
Uh
You see my bitch, you probably think I′m stressing bad (bad)
Wake up, I do bad, I done lost triple, niggas had (triple)
Out of space, cadet, like put on edge, went against that city
Got him dragged, got him past it, end it bad
I Know me me and I know boss
So when I wager, no one's leverage
The road got ten million four niggas up like number seven
Rollin′ number, payin' the hell death I put up damage (damage)
All my niggas eatin' like bruh, man I made a sandwich
I brought Travis, got my shorty strapped no Travis Barker
Niggas a-peelin′ nothing, he scared to try I tried harder
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I′m tear-talking, ayy
Rack, baby, everything's goin′, I'm stubborn, I ain′t pausin', ayy
I ain′t finna net small talk, they askin', I can't call it
Ways of deep Tyrese, I infuse and hit target
Way too rich for arguments, you can tell it by my posture
Thank God I made me, I make comics, he make nada
My bitch, you probably think I′m stressing bad (bad)
Wake up, I do bad, I done lost triple, niggas had (triple)
Out of space, cadet, like put on edge, went against that city
Got him dragged, got him past it, end it bad
I Know me me and I know boss
So when I wager, no one′s leverage
The road got ten million four niggas up like number seven
Rollin' number, payin′ the hell death I put up damage (damage)
All my niggas eatin' like bruh, man I made a sandwich
I brought Travis, got my shorty strapped no Travis Barker
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I′m tear-talking, ayy
Uh
You see my bitch, you probably think I′m stressing bad (bad)
Wake up, I do bad, I done lost triple, niggas had (triple)
Out of space, cadet, like put on edge, went against that city
Got him dragged, got him past it, end it bad
I Know me me and I know boss
So when I wager, no one's leverage
The road got ten million four niggas up like number seven
Rollin′ number, payin' the hell death I put up damage (damage)
All my niggas eatin' like bruh, man I made a sandwich
I brought Travis, got my shorty strapped no Travis Barker
Niggas a-peelin′ nothing, he scared to try I tried harder
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I′m tear-talking, ayy
Rack, baby, everything's goin′, I'm stubborn, I ain′t pausin', ayy
I ain′t finna net small talk, they askin', I can't call it
Ways of deep Tyrese, I infuse and hit target
Way too rich for arguments, you can tell it by my posture
Thank God I made me, I make comics, he make nada
My bitch, you probably think I′m stressing bad (bad)
Wake up, I do bad, I done lost triple, niggas had (triple)
Out of space, cadet, like put on edge, went against that city
Got him dragged, got him past it, end it bad
I Know me me and I know boss
So when I wager, no one′s leverage
The road got ten million four niggas up like number seven
Rollin' number, payin′ the hell death I put up damage (damage)
All my niggas eatin' like bruh, man I made a sandwich
I brought Travis, got my shorty strapped no Travis Barker
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I′m tear-talking, ayy
Writer(s): Zahir Myles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

