100 lyrics for "Eat it up, eat it up"
Built my legacy Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses She on ecstasy Fuck her two times then I left the bitch Not with that extra shit I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch We young and reckless Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians I'm on Perc
PlayEverybody needs you Hope you're doing well bruh Every night shit Round the city Round the clock No you can't make everybody equal Although you got beaucoup family You don't even got nobody being honest with you Breath till I evaporated
PlaySay goodbye But I stays way too long Eat my supper in Mexico I won't see you no more I wanted to leave you see I wanted to leave it ya see Wanted to leave it ya see But stays way too long Well the girl that I'm loving
PlayBring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a
PlayGive up resisting one by one We're gonna love one another 'til morning comes Where does it end It's too much for me to take When you pray with every breath You know that is free as the love you have Where does it end It's too much for me to take There's
PlayFlesh opens up, blood's retreating Death's embracing, all is ending Time will not heal all of your pain I cannot wait for it all to come crashing Time has come to face all evil Down on your face, ripping your veins out Your insides win and kill you from
PlayYou get one shot, don't fuck it up, turn to my enemy I can't feel your vibe if you telling lies, that's not my energy Girl, that's not my energy, so get the fuck away from me I like good girls, these bad girls, they not meant for me (nah) I like good
PlayI know I ain't perfect, but look I'm working I could make a melody like, "yeah, yeah" We just turning up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we can't go back there Don't tell me you love me, show me the money Where I'm from, love can go bad,
PlayIt's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the
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