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stevie stone - eat lyrics

[intro]
uh-huh
this what you been waiting for, okay
hmmmm, yup
uh-huh

[verse]
yep, said it’s lunchtime
got the beat and hopped up in the front line
propped my feet, and may throw a couple punchlines
actively, we droppin’ this in no time, ugh (eat)
all heat, i bring no fillers
all meat, time to eat, the fam go wit’ ’em
pause me, run it back, this rambo n-gga
taughty, i’m strapped with ammo, get ’em
spit flame, my sh-ll don’ drop rage
and never been afraid to bail out high
played and will demonstrate a rare on [?]
caged up, a renegade, i stays real hots, n-gga
eat the least [?]
peep the technique, heat, the beat gon’ knock
street-for-street p-ssing fleet of equinox
foley don’t find a key, n-gga, to get that box
(himmi)
talk breezy, is easy, the game need me
pre-order for order, n-gga, it need be
i’m instructed to give you n-ggas a freebie
you can call this -ssemble a little teasey
contrary to what another n-gga said about it
malta bend catch wind, iama aim at ’em
reinforce, bigger course, i’m insane at it
strange music, n-gga, get your brain scattered
n-ggas been sleepin’, i been peepin’
carvin’ you n-ggas out a cl-ssic, here’s your safe keepin’
that misdirection got your head leakin’
i’m out here creepin’ while you n-ggas sleepin’
stick and i move, i’m feeding the faculty, eat
janky promoters, they f-ck you i’m raisin’ the fee
dead or alive the list of my five would be, it’s:
pac and biggie
and em
then nina
then me
little buddy been gettin’ older, i gotten older, i’m colder, will leave you n-ggas a cold shoulder
re-evaluate your composure, your moto is out of order, you want gas with that rolls
ces pressure bust pipes, n-gga turn it up
n-ggas interviewin’ ‘plying they ain’t earn enough
stevie next up in line, watch me burn it up
other n-ggas decline, need to huddle up
very few that could f-ck wi’ me (f-ck wi’ me)
summer time mind, n-gga stuck wi’ me
it takes a certain type of breed to run the lead
words’ll be weaponry i’ma buck, homie
3rd round, shut it down, this a warning shot
give them skinny jeans n-ggas something to worry ’bout
i’ma barge in, n-gga, you can clear it out
wanna fall in, n-gga you get blurred out
n-gga i’m not done eatin’, i’m speakin’, they tweakin’ the verbal beat and i’m here to learn n-ggas
let it burn, let it burn (let it burn, let it burn)
i see you actin’ all concerned, n-gga
turn the tube on, nikki nominated grammy
meek mill, nikki mill, where they gettin’ married?
young n-gga upcoming, b-tch i been ready
stevie stone, strange music
boy i f-ck- ah-hah (eat)

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