Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gotta Eat , by - Flo Rida. Song from the album Elevator, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.05.2008
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Gotta Eat |
| Damnit I’m proud to buy my own bag of weed |
| Found me a hood that’ll help plant my seed |
| I got bail money they fuck with me |
| (Cause in my hood err nigga gotta eat) |
| I know where I come from |
| Niggas gotta grow |
| Penny bitchin for paper till you poppin big bucks |
| Give it a blow they cock it ain’t no telling with them thugs |
| Dealers straight out da projects only felon that’ll bust |
| Some shit you don’t discuss |
| Snitches they get them stubs |
| Damnit I’m proud to buy my own bag to fill my dutch |
| Planted my own seed now a month without bud |
| Granted I got the fee and we don’t pump the same blood |
| You need that new Mercades |
| Home of that color gravy |
| How the hell you gonna pay me I made a deal to 380 |
| Tell me I’m acting shady |
| I try to ignore the lazy |
| Set my brains on the deli |
| If mine arrest me I’m ready |
| Chow I had that dinner platter meals on deck |
| Cash coming that currency to earn that respect |
| Money machines measuring making sure you collect |
| Rolling that dice game you better be stomping best |
| Keep it moving like chess |
| Look for ya new address |
| Proof of ghetto for sex |
| That make the culprits go wreck |
| Hope the fay of the fruits of ya label mama impress |
| Don’t know whoever knew you could point at you through the stress |
| That drama on the block |
| All them run-ins with cops |
| Couldn’t afford shoes was happy 2 pair of socks |
| Steady paying ya dues that landed you in the box |
| Other niggas confused you asked them to borrow crop. |
| Crying erryday big breaks on they grain |
| Preparly marinate a million strong keep the change |
| Challange that generate we gotta tone it with a crain |
| Hustlas for that bank be aware that we untaimed |
| Duckets we deranged |
| Muscle the day I change |
| Melica off in that hood come get you that’s point blank |
| Hit you it’s all good |
| Hit dis before a game |
| Women tell us hes never survivin that chedar lane |
| You see we want it all |
| Yea we breakin the law |
| Buy it Sell it Cook it that’s a merry thang if it’s raw |
| Anyway you put it tell the folks we breakin the law |
| Sing it so I took it and if you tell a nigga that’s all |