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dwhb - we eatin lyrics

[verse 1: tåsi]
my rhymes are like a bite of steak fresh off the grill, on the plate
after six days of marinade
no a1 needed, nah, all the flavor’s here
yeah, i keep it real like the republic zaire
on the mic i’m ruthless, whilst y’all toothless
at ruth’s chris, better order off the soup list
lobster bisque or minestrone
i’m moving past you like p-ss the cannelloni
ask the pastor, i’m al pastor, authentic
while you’re tex mex phony, even if you never meant it, phone me
for a feature, like pleased to meet you, sorry to disappoint
but i’d rather eat fajitas
extra spice blend from habaneros, taste on target like arrows
we eating in the afterlife like pharaohs
like pharaoh monche i’m munching on that luncheon
crunching on that honey bunches breakfast bar at the function

[chorus]
oh, we eating
yeah, we eating
see it then we get it
yeah, we eating
oh, we eating
yeah, we eating
see it then we get it
and we ain’t about to quit it
yeah, we eating
keep it seasoned
got the turkey and the gravy
and the biscuits mighty flaky
oh, we eating
yeah, we eating
oh, we eating
yeah, we eating

[verse 2: andrew]
catch my tortillas from a white van
get that al pastor, then it’s right, man
i hit it with the onions and cilantro
i hit it with the lime and it’s like d-mn
you know i’m always eating when the time’s right
you know i’m never tripping cause it’s mine, a’ight?
think about that
i do what i want when it comes down to it
try and understand that, don’t act stupid
i ride around town just to get that lunch
then i get that lunch, ain’t nothing else to it
i’m popping that cap, tipping it back
yeah that topo chico
i hit the bulgogi then grab a torta
down at pollo rico
then while i’m at it, know i’m an addict
for them quart jarritos
you want that good good good
gotta go where we go
blowing money fast, that’s the motto, dude
cause you gotta get the brisket and the sausage too
the choices never end, that’s the f-cking truth
always eating, yeah you know what we about to do

[chorus]

[verse 3: travis]
i need a pile of fries
i need it about a mile high
i need it covered in ketchup and mayo
i’m k.o., i’m knocked out, got starry eyes
i’m sorry guys, y’all harmonize
and i’m happy, that’s great, you two have fun
while i top this bulgogi with onions and lettuce
sriracha, on toasted ciabatta buns
stop with the nonsense, i’m nauseous at the thought of you
coming through with your crew talking shrewd drinking brews talking rude
with all your comments, the context is critical
you gotta keep watch on every syllable
like marinating your meat, man, every hour is pivotal
when i want a kebap, know i gotta get my -ss to verts
when they got a new shop, already know i’m on high alert
after i bust a nut, but no pecans cause i’m allergic
go and grab a milkshake with the whipped cream double serving
then i’m swerving, because i went and mixed the creme de menthe in
and now i’m feeling like i’m love just like i’m tilda swinton
we know that we’re on top so we might as well just pop the cork
cause we can tear your -ss to shreds like pulling pork

[chorus]

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