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david the peruvian - eat this lyrics

[verse 1: david the peruvian]
old white f-ckers mad cause i’ll dis my own race
i say i’d rather act black mouth full of chocolate cake
i’m tired of my people startin’ sh-t
why they always f-ckin’ startin’ sh-t?
cool your f-cking spark sergeant carter
you sound r-t-rded as a f-cking shark
speaking farts in the dark and…
these little b-tches thinking they’re so f-cking different
you cocaine ladies look the same from this image
with the given fact you act like you want a d-ck in it
b-tch get with it, you t-ts ain’t sh-t
ain’t no telling who’s d-ck been around you lips
my animosity is haunting so called flawless dreams
if they ever wake up they will understand the prophecy
do not be a fake sl-t or hang your b-tt for all to see
f-ck a pointless shopping spree, oh wait, she’s lost for speech
cause she’s busy bopping d in a topless model t
add a p and now you’re asking what that means
that’s dtp p-ssing in your f-cking cup of lean
cause he’s a f-cking troubled teen
b-tch i do not give a f-ck, while you suck
i am busy getting off on a couple bucks
i made at a f-cking ruble club, c-nt!

[hook: d.cream]
growing up wit my homies boy does time fly
b-tches think they know us man but all they do is cry
cause it’s bk kids f-cking ride or die
cause our limit’s so high it exceeds the sky
you say you know us, man you just another b-tch
c-ck so soft can’t make us flip the switch
touch down first quarter you ain’t no scorer
you keep trying though cause we ain’t your employer

[verse 2: david the peruvian]
yo, the monologues of a b-tch stalker
pistons poppin’ gettin’ off of six shots of lit vodka
mobbin’ in your whip, honda, bought box of rocket launchers
on your way to aussie knockin’ tame impala
ladies holla from the name, like i was in some hall of fame
a lot of follower to hang with all the swallowers
my anaconda’s getting longer in my boxers
a condoms actin’ like a f-cking glove to a boxer
scribblenauts for little tots
civil bob for thirty rock
hit, toss, skip, flip, switch, get crossed
nick’s lost, hicks insist to p-ss me off
these thought come free, speak, tweet, eat, floss
girl say i sound like earl, f-ck a b-tch who say i copy
i ain’t ever jock a line, sh-t i ain’t sloppy
that’s just not me, nor am i ever c-cky
i just like to think i’m ten times prettier than rocky…
uh….
f-ck you, i got a team behind me
we started from the bottom now they’re crowning me king
king davids come to lay a racist -ssh0l- on the pavement
f-ggot bkid rascals don’t deserve to be famous?
(suck my d-ck for that one)
a few of us, some afraid to speak their minds
told them i don’t give a f-ck, i will speak my mind in rhyme
calling b-tches out if their life’s a f-ckin’ waste of time
who am i to judge? b-tch who am i to lie?
i got the fatgods licensing to show you bout my f-ckin’ grind!

[hook]

[verse 3: david the peruvian]
rollin’ through bixby knolls, seventeen years old
got homework to do, but my mind’s on the gold
roamin’ round this town since i was around 5
been with the same crew since i was around 9
same crew that would later on get me to rhyme
not directly but i want to keep the youth alive
so i hit my garage, also hit my knees
so that i could speak to god
i could beg him please…
“help me keep this team strong
give me the strength to keep the beat in my songs”
you don’t have to believe
but i now what i saw
yeah we all have doubts, but i doubt that i’m wrong
i love my crackers too much, to call it a day
how can ya all except college if we all separate?
now you know why i do this and put my heart in my music
i don’t want to grow up, and yeah i’m easy influenced

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- david the peruvian lyrics

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