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lazz (lostatsleep) - eat lyrics

[intro]
in my bag all in this sh+t
i might spazz out in this b+tch (i might spazz out in this b+tch)
l+a+z+z boss sh+t

[verse 1: lazz]
brought my ex girl to the studio, just to get the vibes right
we ain’t really at war, but she brings out my bad side
i got a lot on my mind
top of the list is you popular n+ggas
lazz gonna flex and go pop off on n+ggas
then pop 2020, go pop on you n+ggas

you n+ggas is tied up
been popping from the 905 to 6 where it’s live huh
ain’t even pop, yet i’m carbonated
in a compartment, just operating
plotting and watching like paparazzi
y’all had your time, now the cameras on me
i’m bout to shine like the vvs
i’m on my grind, like add pepper please
gimme the money, the shredded cheese
stuck in the cut like a edit, canada goose in the booth with a flock of geese
ready to fly out
keepin’ an eye out
no, this ain’t no try out
so i gotta go hard
[verse 2: valentine]
preaching the game, so these baddies treatin’ me like a pastor
i’m really on top, i got it on lock but i ain’t a rasta
she give me the box, shoot it in her box, she know i’m a shotta
i’m slapping the verbs, in every verse, i swear i’m a monster
it ain’t ever been the same
we wanted a change up like it’s 50 cent, i get cheddar with many men
if you put our stacks up, up in one place, it could fill up a mini van
man, i’m in a bad mood, cut the attitude, need the coochie and titties
d+mn
she gave me head like she zinedine
and she never cover like maybelline
and i mess with her cause my shorty mean
and i get the swiss and the cheddar cheese
she fell in love cause imma king
ye ye
veezy in prime time, some my n+ggas did hard time
but we keep a bad b+tch, some of ‘em plastic, but they one number past nine

[verse 3: ld banko]
seen a couple things, met a couple birds
i ain’t even trust a single word, they be saying to me they be chirping t+rd
n+ggas lying through they t++th and flexing on these b+tches y’all be reaching out your bag
all to flex on a lil b+tch who put you on the curb, man she curved your ass?
me, my n+ggas, we been smoking gas
if you ain’t with me, then you in my past
can’t keep up because a n+gga fast
what you think about the competition?
if i can’t see ‘em, means i’m winning man
went from rags, now i’m popping tags
ballin’ out, so i can dress my ass
looking good when i’m walking by
like a bad b+tch with some ass and thighs
me, my n+ggas always saying sumn
cause we makin’ moves
y’all ain’t saying nothing
a lot of n+ggas flexin’, like they got it
i bet his pockets going through the motions…
all a n+gga do is motivate
so they salty when they see a n+gga’s face
a lotta n+ggas claiming that they shootin’, but i bet his name don’t have a single case
i ain’t stopping till i cop the rollie with the biggest bezel jumping out the face
i’m pouring up with a bunch of n+ggas and a bunch of b+tches
man, let’s celebrate
i’m facing henny without any chase, cause i love just how the liquor taste
bad b+tch f+cking on a n+gga, she be sucking d+ck because she love the taste
four bills down from twenty seven
i be zooming fast as if i’m running late
swervin’ right up in and out of lanes, i be doing numbers on the interstate
new gear, gotta wear it out
new nikes, gotta air it out
my new b+tch, she got brand new weave, so you know that she gon’ hair it out
new money, i’m showing up
new money, i’m going off
big body, boy i’m growing up
big body, boy i’m going off

[verse 4: mixtapper]
i’m busy getting my racks
tryna take it to another level
out the country
why you think i walk with my bags?
n+gga try and double check the movement
imma leave a b+tch n+gga flat on his ass
(pow)
i just flipped a couple hundred
right back to the mission
might quit my job
that’s my intuition
cause a n+gga really finna go and get it
(look)
y’all is too comfortable
put the pressure
watch these youngins get vulnerable
call me mr. untouchable
i put the hours in office
so call me your honourable
roadman, gotta touch road
only downtown for the studio
finna grow my hair out
braids hang sideways
like i’m coolio

glory to god
he the most high
all praise on my worst days
till my birthday
we gon’ let ‘em fly
champagne when i’m thirsty
all my dogs rolling up sky high
last out the city
no cap on that
make it out soon
that’s a fact (yeah)
cause n+ggas cheesin’ me like cracker jack’s

who doing numbers?
boy, you got a following
it’s funny how n+ggas is really watching
who be steady unfollowing
now who doing numbers?
know you got a following
but n+ggas is worried bout doing numbers
ain’t go’ care bout they following

get these hoes up off me
always on the road
i got meetings in the lobby
grinding in the kettle
we gon’ get it till my dogs eat
hard to catch me slippin’
even when this drip up on me
lacking hours sleeping
got me moving like a zombie

new phone, n+gga who this?
north face on the shoes
new regime, new rules
who got the keys to the beamer?
acuras, civics
i been bout my business
ain’t n0body with it
believe us
we all finna get it
believe us, yeah

- lazz lostatsleep lyrics

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