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leaves (milan) - eat lyrics

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[intro: november]

yeah
it’s the 7 side
this one right here
is for all the b-tches out there
you know what i mean?
double u, give me some
yeah
bounce
yeah
bounce

[verse 1: november]

motherf-ck that rap
all these motherf-ckers wanna show off like they flockers
wanna eat you like pasta
you ain’t even eat that p-ssy
eating out your heart like d’ussé
oh, you f-ggots wearing stussy?
uh
i wear a g, hoe, true spit
on my chest, and you the motherf-cking culprit
while
you read something like ‘eat y’all’
then
f-ggots tryna reach you
preach your god like in motherf-cking h-ll
it’s the seven god, pray your numbers gonna sell
rip your start off, you ain’t doing well, huh?
slim homie, one glance, you see me mind swell, son
virgo season approaching
me and my team, all we do is crush roaches
all of my life ain’t that much on my plate
but the shine is too bright and too me you’re a prey
hey

[hook: november]

eat
bounce

[verse 2: november]

‘fore they come and get me gotta light it up
‘fore i get to you, g, wanna make it out
speed it up, live it up, scheming up
in and out
my conscience f-cking it up, some sorta kinda limbo
living in a place, watch your pace, real sicko
get to know me better, you forgive me? well, i don’t
how you walk, end up in a church
freaks up in the hall
sit down, have a learn
reps up fo my girls
real talk if you so
high
intelligence, tasty
one o seven through my street, that’s so crazy
incredible part of my ride
dirty if you come in and just take a bite
show me your creds, ‘fore you get my respect
double u on production, we might find you dead

[hooke: november]

[verse 3: november]

turn up, third verse, two boys
eat y’all, your beats, your voice
wanna fight? well, make your choice
cause, once you took your part you will never get another joy
let’s talk money, son
think i ain’t eating ‘nough?
open up my fridge
still tryna trick me up?
change blindness, running when i spit the rhyme
catch up, homie, take the glove and show me, guide
me, through this intricate world of fly girls
of black curls, or white curves
oh, you hearing me curse?
it’s a curse if your source won’t make it out of this
when i’m fading out
still getting tired of peace
wanna stick it out
my gun i’m referring, which is my words hurting all of you standing
stand up for something, stop playing dirty
otc coming, them boys won’t have mercy

[bridge: november]

yeah
them boys won’t have mercy
you heard?

[hook: november]

[outro: november]

november’s very own
double u on the production
this is theoutcast
you heard?
eat y’all



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