November - Eat lyrics

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November - Eat lyrics

[Intro: November] Yeah It's the 7 side This one right here Is for all the b**hes out there You know what I mean? Double U, give me some Yeah Bounce Yeah Bounce [Verse 1: November] Motherf** that rap All these motherf**ers wanna show off like they flockers Wanna eat you like pasta You ain't even eat that p**y 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**ing culprit While You read something like ‘eat y'all' Then f*ggots tryna reach you Preach your god like in motherf**ing hell 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**ing 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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