Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Young Nudy

How I Eat

 

How I Eat

(album: Rich Shooter - 2021)


Yeah
(Ayy, Mahd, tell 'em turn that noise off)
(20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock)

I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people, they won't get no peace
I'm tricking niggas out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxing niggas out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm having extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea (Yeah), don't think shit is sweet (Yeah)
Thottie don't you peep, shooters in the street (Yeah)
Shooters on the corner (Yeah), shooters where you live (Yeah, yeah)

You better believe that you get money then they going to get ya (You better believe)
You better believe that they were blind but they gon' see, yeah (Yeah)
You on the 'Gram, so it time to feast
You try to teach 'em sounding like you preaching (Yeah)
Even though you speaking everything from the streets (Alright)
Everyday you thinking 'bout puttin; on your piece
You drive a fast car, used to beat your feet (Uh-huh)
Fucked a lotta hoes, they were times when you beat your meat (Uh-huh)
Looking out that window, the only thing you can see
Is a fancy young nigga tryna make it free (Uh-huh)
You banging these street, you tryna make sure you free (Uh-huh)
Gotta stack that money these niggas wanna live free (Uh-huh)
Gotta get that money, you nigga wanna still eat (Uh-huh)
No handout nigga if you know me (Uh-huh)
Don't teach me nothing, not no OG (Uh-huh)
Learned my mistakes when I stepped through these streets (Uh-huh)
I do some shit that I can't come back from that shit ain't [?] (Uh-huh)
You know I get no sleep, I whack these niggas for the checks (Uh-huh)
God said "Thou shall not kill" but I gotta eat (Uh-huh)
I don't got no lick right now but I got lick fee (Uh-huh)
Imagine if he was a opp, what he gon' do to me (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna make it back to the fam, man I gotta see (Uh-huh)
It's gon' be you or me

I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people, they won't get no peace
I'm tricking niggas out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxing niggas out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm having extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea (Yeah), don't think shit is sweet (Yeah)
Thottie don't you peep, shooters in the street (Yeah)
Shooters on the corner (Yeah), shooters where you live (Yeah, yeah)

Pull up in apartment (Uh), we are PDE (Uh)
Serving out apartment (Uh), used to be an arson (Ooh)
Rolling like the Carter (Yeah), pull up, place your order (Oh)
Drop the chicken in the grease and then it get harder (Uh-huh)
Serve your momma, father, big rock spoiler (Uh)
Selling nun' but glasshouse, trapping 24 (Uh-huh)
This is the cash out
Pull up, collect my money like I work for a Brinks truck (Yeah)
Hold my paper ain't choke a nigga, I gotta slap you (Yeah)
That .45 Glock get active (Yeah)
And don't try to run 'cause you know I got some accuracy (Yeah)
I don't wanna kill or murder 'bout it but don't play with me (Yeah)
If I have to drop a body, it come 'bout the principles (Uh-huh)
Then I gotta smoke a lotta weed, feel like mystical (Uh-huh)
Gotta duck off in the hotel, hope they don't tell (Uh-huh)
If you real, you can relate to me, it is oh well (Uh-huh)

I pray to God that every day I make it in the house
'Cause I know I don't get no sleep when I be in these streets
I did some shit to some people, they won't get no peace
I'm tricking niggas out they money if I feel it free
I'm taxing niggas out they money if they think it's cheap
I'm having extra off my profit in the trap
And I got on the iced tea (Yeah), don't think shit is sweet (Yeah)
Thottie don't you peep, shooters in the street (Yeah)
Shooters on the corner (Yeah), shooters where you live (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
Let a nigga take something from me, that ain't for real
Uh-huh, uh-huh

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?