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eat - ms. amarachi lyrics

[chorus: ms. amarachi]
eat, eat
yea i’m boutta eat (eat)
and i’m finna feast (feast)
cause i am a beast (beast)
i don’t need no leash (nope)
shoes big i don’t like em tight
fenty beauty yea my money right
call the jet i don’t need a flight
eat, eat
yea i’m boutta eat (eat)
and i’m finna feast (feast)
cause i am a beast (beast)
i don’t need no leash (nope)
shoes big i don’t like em tight
fenty beauty yea my money right
call the jet i don’t need a flight

[verse 1]
yea i’m bout eat (eat)
yea this is a treat (treat)
7 days a week
yea bill is on me (yeah)
not the one to ask no complaining
all these whack rappers’ man they draining
mona lisa i’m here man i’m painting
i won’t gonna spit eight, less you paying
people wanna ride me when i stay up in the driveway (vroom)
yea i got a present like i’m santa in a fireplace (aye)
man, your hair is dusty all i see is them flyaways
plus, i got the sauce jack (drip) daniels (drip) like (drip) i’m (drip) fridays
cooking in the kitchen oil popping
new j’s man i’m always shopping
fire hit em and they quickly dropping
rise above and i’m never stopping
golds in my mouth man that’s bling
money money money ain’t a thing
wait somebody calling that’s a ring
boys hit me i don’t want a fling (nah)
don’t forget i’m hot libya (woo)
bars will change you sweet that’s stevia
i’ll have you in a maze trivia
the way i slow it downs not clear to ya
so, i speed up the flow when i go better keep up
pick up your chin lipo need a retouch
it’s in my mind, going for my dream
you slept on me get ready for the guillotine (bow)

[chorus]
eat, eat
yea i’m boutta eat (eat)
and i’m finna feast (feast)
cause i am a beast (beast)
i don’t need no leash (nope)
shoes big i don’t like em tight
fenty beauty yea my money right
call the jet i don’t need a flight
eat, eat
yea i’m boutta eat (eat)
and i’m finna feast (feast)
cause i am a beast (beast)
i don’t need no leash (nope)
shoes big i don’t like em tight
fenty beauty yea my money right
call the jet i don’t need a flight

[verse 2]
i’m yelling, momma momma momma i’m so sick
hit up the doctor line tell him come quick quick quick
aye tell the doctor whose your daughter and also call my father
and tell him it’s annihilation time (bow, bow)
man, i’m telling you my name will be on billboards (yuh)
i’m gonna make it on an international world tour
even when they try to shake my grind
i got you on my mind and in the interest of time i go quick on em (get it, get it)
sitting in my mind, its go time
i was stuck there underground that’s a goldmine (diamonds)
momma told me i better go, i can shine
i don’t stay straight i go up, that’s an incline (up)
people stay mute no words, a hiccup
you can for my fam that’s your head, street stuff
i don’t do fakes no faux, its real mink
chilling with my crew yea its sick, that’s a gold link (yeah)
man, it’s a rundown no curfew
you is my seed girl i will birth you
no compet-tion not in my purview
i’ll have you whip tied looking black blue
shining like cartier carty bracelet
your ph 14 man you basic (basic)
you will go unknown and extinct (bye)
look i’m the money man i make it all when i blink (money)

- ms amarachi lyrics

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