How I Eat歌词由Young Nudy演唱,出自专辑《Rich Shooter》,下面是《How I Eat》完整版歌词!
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Yeah
Ayy Mahd tell 'em turn that noise off
20Rocket on this beat so it's gon' knock
I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some s**t to some people they won't get no peace
I'm trickin' n***as out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxin' n***as out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea
Yeah
Don't think s**t is sweet
Yeah
Thottie don't you peep shooters in the street
Yeah
Shooters on the corner
Yeah
Shooters where you live
Yeah yeah
You better believe that you get money then they goin' to get ya
You better believe
You better believe that they were blind but they gon' see yeah
Yeah
You on the 'Gram so it time to feast
You try to teach 'em soundin' like you preachin'
Yeah
Even though you speakin' everything from the streets
Alright
Everyday you thinking 'bout puttin on your piece
You drive a fast car used to beat your feet
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F**ked a lotta h*es they were times when you beat your meat
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Lookin' out that window the only thing you can see
Is a fancy young n***a tryna make it free
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You bangin' these street you tryna make sure you free
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Gotta stack that money these n***as wanna live free
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Gotta get that money you n***a wanna still eat
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No handout n***a if you know me
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Don't teach me nothin' not no OG
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Learned my mistakes when I stepped through these streets
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I do some s**t that I can't come back from that s**t ain't
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You know I get no sleep I whack these n***as for the checks
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God said Thou shall not kill but I gotta eat
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I don't got no lick right now but I got lick fee
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Imagine if he was a opp what he gon' do to me
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I'm tryna make it back to the fam man I gotta see
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It's gon' be you or me
I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some s**t to some people they won't get no peace
I'm trickin' n***as out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxin' n***as out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea
Yeah
Don't think s**t is sweet
Yeah
Thottie don't you peep shooters in the street
Yeah
Shooters on the corner
Yeah
Shooters where you live
Yeah yeah
Pull up in apartment
Uh
We are PDE
Uh
Servin' out the 'partment
Uh
Used to be an arson
Ooh
Rollin' like the Carter
Yeah
Pull up place your order
Oh
Drop the chicken in the grease and then it get harder
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Serve your momma father big rock spoiler
Uh
Sellin' nun' but glasshouse trappin' 24
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This is the cash out
Pull up collect my money like I work for a Brinks truck
Yeah
Hold my paper ain't choke a n***a I gotta slap you
Yeah
That 45 Glock get active
Yeah
And don't try to run 'cause you know I got some accuracy
Yeah
I don't wanna kill or murder 'bout it but don't play with me
Yeah
If I have to drop a body it come 'bout the principles
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Then I gotta smoke a lotta w**d feel like mystical
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Gotta duck off in the hotel hope they don't tell
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If you real you can relate to me it is oh well
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I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some s**t to some people they won't get no peace
I'm trickin' n***as out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxin' n***as out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm havin' extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea
Yeah
Don't think s**t is sweet
Yeah
Thottie don't you peep shooters in the street
Yeah
Shooters on the corner
Yeah
Shooters where you live
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Let a n***a take somethin' from me that ain't for real
Uh-huh uh-huh