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la4ss – gotta eat lyrics

[chorus: la4ss]
jugg talk (jugg), jugg talk
walkin’ around with rims on me, that’s my jugg walk
stack ten for ten months, that’s hundred thousand in the vault
i’m a hustlin’+ass lil’ n+gga, i think that’s my daddy fault
one tweet, two tweets
three tweets, meet me on one street
my partner up the road, called me and said, “i need a sheet”
i’ll never leave my kids hungry, they gotta eat

[verse 1: la4ss]
i’m talkin’ ’bout broccoli, yeah, we stackin’ guapanese
i ain’t no instagram+ass n+gga, so you can’t follow me
i’m just a trap n+gga and them instagram models be tryna swallow me
her go+to bar is, “open your mouth, see if you can gargle me”
my kids havin’ them racks, n+gga, my b+tch havin’ them racks too (facts)
my kids say what the f+ck they want, say somethin’ to them and i’ma clap you (p+ssy)
my b+tch pick out whatever she want, and for her neck, shе ain’t gotta choose
i looked on the countеr, seen plenty dior and jimmy choo (that’s you)
we eat ruth chris, not red roof
i be drivin’ that sh+t without no roof
i’ma buy baby 4 a diamond grill every time he lose a tooth
cop a cuban link for lil marcus to get a rollie, the ‘cat too
[chorus: la4ss]
jugg talk (jugg), jugg talk
walkin’ around with rims on me, that’s my jugg walk
stack ten for ten months, that’s hundred thousand in the vault
i’m a hustlin’+ass lil’ n+gga, i think that’s my daddy fault
one tweet, two tweets
three tweets, meet me on one street
my partner up the road, called me and said, “i need a sheet”
i’ll never leave my kids hungry, they gotta eat

[verse 2]
jugg talk, jugg talk, this my money walk
baby 4 my lil’ cuh, we get them hoes now
play with me, you gon’ get shot, you gon’ get rocked
la4ss my uncle, n+gga, don’t get popped
i’m the one they call lil kai
n+gga wanna pull up, then you gon’ get shot
n+gga talkin’ all that smack, come get it back
i be with my uncle, n+gga, inside that trap
n+gga, you ain’t never in your life took your thumper
n+gga, keep playin’, i’ma f+ckin’ have to slump him
n+ggas steady playin’ with me, come get your money up
and n+gga, i don’t care, ’cause i’ma buck+buck

[verse 3]
you heard what my brother said, he gon’ buck+buck
we’ll chop him up like some nunchucks
i’m on that field like tyreek hill
super bowl, won the championship, ayy
[verse 4]
playin’ with mal mal, we give his top that charge
take them n+ggas all the way down to f+ckin’ fallin’
these n+ggas always talkin’ smack
i miss when my granddad, i want him back

- la4ss lyrics

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