| Yeah
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| When I was coming up, nigga, we had to get it how we live
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| We had to do what we had to do
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| Couldn’t depend on nobody, I got it myself, nigga
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell how they move, niggas ain’t loyal
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell you how it feel when that bank low
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| I’m just tryna eat, yeah (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell you how it feel when you starve, nigga (FatBoy)
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could show you how it feel when you gone, if you block me tryna eat
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| I could tell you 'bout no heat, I could tell you 'bout the cold
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| I could tell you 'bout no lights, I could tell you 'bout the stove
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| I could tell you 'bout a lot, I could tell you 'bout my life
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| I could tell you 'bout the money, only thing made it right
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| I could tell you being locked in, twenty-three and one
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| A whole week passed, I ain’t even see the sun
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| My all-week pass, used to get it with the gun
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| Me and my homies, we was crippin' straight for fun
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| Throwin' up C and we baggin' up coke
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| Standin' in Josh, wishin' for some hope
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| Fiends runnin' up 'cause I had the best dope
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| Prayin' to myself like I am the hood Pope
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| A nigga couldn’t imagine, had to hold down the crib
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| I was poppin' those Percs, I was takin' those sticks
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| I got cut with a machete right on my wrist
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| But a nigga ain’t stop and a nigga ain’t bitch
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| Bitch, I had to eat
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell how they move, niggas ain’t loyal
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell you how it feel when that bank low
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| I’m just tryna eat, yeah (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell you how it feel when you starve, nigga
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could show you how it feel when you gone, if you block me tryna eat
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| I could tell you 'bout the drugs, I could tell you 'bout the plugs
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| Could tell you 'bout the trap, man, tell you 'bout the clubs
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| Could tell you 'bout some niggas and tell you 'bout some bitches
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| I could tell you 'bout the hatin' and tell you 'bout the love
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| Could tell you 'bout the come up and tell you 'bout the broke
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| Tell you 'bout the times wen we went to rob the nigga’s show
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| I could tell you 'bout some Bloods and tell you 'bout some Locs
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| I could tell you how to eat, get in my way, they gettin' smoked
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| Bougie bitches yellin' and I can’t stand 'em
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| Drink Henny 'til I can’t stand up
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| Bunch of blue blood drippin' off my bandana
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| Set trip, make your set dip, Santana
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| You NY’s, blow a missile through your antennas, yeah
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| Scaredy said he ready for the beef
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| While these thirsty ass bitches out here beggin' for a piece
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| I’m just tryna stack these dollars so my homies get a feast
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| Nigga, I’m just tryna eat
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| Yeah, I’m just tryna, I’m just tryna eat (FatBoy, what up, nigga?)
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| Real shit, y’all niggas is doo, no homo
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| Don’t get in my way
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell how they move, niggas ain’t loyal
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell you how it feel when that bank low
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| I’m just tryna eat, yeah (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could tell you how it feel when you starve nigga
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| I’m just tryna eat (I'm just tryna eat)
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| I could show you how it feel when you gone, if you block me tryna eat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eat , by - FatBoy SSE. Song from the album Boobie from the Block, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп