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gotta eat - rxknephew & harry fraud lyrics

[intro]
(la música de harry fraud)

[chorus]
we all gotta sleep, we all gotta eat
we all take a trip, and try to get it for cheap
we all got a voice, we all try and speak
i get it the best, i drop it off for cheap
we all gotta sleep, we all gotta eat
we mobbing, we deep, in the field with them cleats
don’t even speak, you wasn’t ’round for it
got him shot, he only paid a pound for it

[verse 1]
gone for a minute
pop out, pole on him, strongarm a n*gga, he been gone for a minute
hit that road, he a interstate baby, that’s how he was raised
blinking my eyes, i’m tryna see thе road, i been up for days
interstate baby, back to back, going crazy
she gon’ drivе for a n*gga, that’s my number one lady
hit the [?] see the grill, t*bone steak
filet mignon, asparagus on my dinner plate
she looking at my face, knowing i don’t wanna wait
knowing i don’t wanna date, knowing i ain’t finna play
strongarm me a n*gga
book a tick’ and get gone with a n*gga
pick up the phone for a n*gga
all headshot, boy got locked up, then he turned opp
i’ll never turn on the spot
we got regulations, up high, he sedated
throw me in your playlist, baby, they say neph the greatest
[chorus]
we all gotta sleep, we all gotta eat
we all take a trip, and try to get it for cheap
we all got a voice, we all try and speak
i get it the best, i drop it off for cheap
we all gotta sleep, we all gotta eat
we mobbing, we deep, in the field with them cleats
don’t even speak, you wasn’t ’round for it
got him shot, he only paid a pound for it

[verse 2]
he paid a pound for it
say that’s his dog, but he never come around for him
dark days and cloudy days, sh*t be raining on him
he put in that time when they ain’t have patience for him
valet parked the v, he all he can be
don’t ever offer me work if you don’t offer it cheap
if you let ’em think what they think, they all gon’ leech
they all broke in the hood, and they all tryna preach
i feel like they boosting my head
aunty still hustling, she boosting for bread
you can chat, don’t get caught with that bread
my dog high as h*ll, he don’t know what i said

[chorus]
he falling asleep, we all gotta eat
we mobbing, we deep, in the field with them cleats
don’t even speak, you wasn’t ’round for it
got him shot, he only paid a pound for it
[outro]
uh*huh
uh*huh
phew, phew
uh*huh, uh*huh, uh*huh

- rxknephew harry fraud lyrics

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