Lyrics Sheluvpierre! – Eat! | New Today Lyrics

All my, I said all my niggas, I said all my niggas, we from the east, make out the streets, all these niggas tryin to be, I know my, yea

Chorus

All my niggas gon’ eat
All my niggas gon’ make it out the streets
All my niggas gon’ come up wit me
All my niggas gon’ get to the breesh
I know some niggas who shoot
I know some niggas who trap in the school
I know some niggas who move
I know some niggas who trapped in the stu, yea
Ok , you talking that shit but you ain’t talking business
All of my niggas like Dennis the Menace
Go pop a bean and then go on a mission, yea
You ain’t talking shit
You ain’t ‘bout that bitch
Sucking on my dick
Yea she sucked my kids yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Verse 1

Yеa
Bad Lil baby yea she giving me top
Paranoid so I’m clutching my Glock
Hunnit rounds yеah we making em drop
Hop in the v and we ducking the cops (Yea)
Hop in the v and we score on some opps ( Fuck em)
Yea they dead to you ( Yea, Yea, Yea )
Smokin’ on dope till my head blue ( Yea, Yea, Yea )
Yea lil bitch till my head blue ( Yea, Yeah, Yeah)
Yea sippin codeine that shit purp ( Yea )
Putting these opps on a shirt ( Yea )
Hop in the v then I skrt ( Yea )

Nigga you know I don’t play no damn games ( No )
Score a opp and I go David Blaine ( Yea )
All my niggas know I am insane ( Yea )
All my niggas gon’ put in that pain (Pain)
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Yea
Shoot him down
Walk on the block we gon’ hunt him down
Yea you is a goofy clown yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
I see a opp, and I got my Glock, I’m shooting my shot
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Chorus

All my niggas gon’ eat
All my niggas gon’ make it out the streets
All my niggas gon’ come up wit me
All my niggas gon’ get to the breesh
I know some niggas who shoot
I know some niggas who trap in the school
I know some niggas who move
I know some niggas who trapped in the stu, yea
Ok , you talking that shit but you ain’t talking business
All of my niggas like Dennis the Menace
Go pop a bean and then go on a mission, yea
You ain’t talking shit
You ain’t ‘bout that bitch
Sucking on my dick
Yea she sucked my kids yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Verse 2

Yea, eee
Pull up on the scene like Vay Bxndz, Bonnet Swag lil bitch popped three xans
Designer on me I’m money man
Play wit me boy you a dead man
Uh, yea
I know some niggas who’ll boom up the room
I know some niggas wit blood on they shoe
I know some niggas who shoot out the Coupe, Yea
Yea I’m heartless ( Yea, Yuh )
Young nigga and I’m heartless ( Yea, Yuh )
All my niggas gonna start shit ( Yea, Yuh )
All my niggas go retarted ( Yea, Yuh )
I see a opp, Press him ( Yea)
Put his ass on a stretcher ( Yea, Yea )
Call up lil bro he gon’ put in that pressure ( Yea )
Nigga ain’t learn his lesson ( Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea )
Yea, yea
I’m from CT
All my niggas gonna eat no, all my niggas gonna feast yea
Don’t love a hoe
She fucking your bros
She sucking every nigga soul
Just stack up your dough
Yea, yea, yuh, yuh