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letra de eat the beat - altoy

[hook}
i’m not a stoner i’ma gangster
don’t hit your girl right now nah she’s busy she won’t answer
flexin on my exes wake up early morning eat some breakfast
hop back to my feet and senses
can’t deplete the essence
brush my t–th like rexes
i’ma beast i’ma dawg
got her going up and down like see saws
the meats raw she’s filthy hoe
muderer i k!ll these flow
on the guilty boat oh oh
[verse 1]
don’t smoke with squares like an album art
put my heart in it you don’t have half the heart
i’m probably across the street burning tree talking music
i’m the sh-t you’re not sh-t no ,let’s not confuse it
the moneys blue pocket bruises
the atm is puking nauseous movements
i’m the sh-t your not sh-t lets not confuse it
the moneys blue pocket bruises
the atm is puking nauseous movements
wake em up it’s k!ller prices
open iris psilocybin
you’re beneath me mycelium
they just say congratulations let go balloons filled with helium
they’re always feeling me i’m never feeling em
high as f-ck look at all the time me and the ceiling spend
while i kick it with the realest friends
no one in the field but them
while i kick it with the realest friends
no one in the field but them

[hook}
i’m not a stoner i’ma gangster
don’t hit your girl right now nah she’s busy she won’t answer
flexin on my exes wake up early morning eat some breakfast
hop back to my feet and senses
can’t deplete the essence
brush my t–th like rexes
i’ma beast i’ma dawg
got her going up and down like see saws
the meats raw she’s filthy hoe
muderer i k!ll these flow
on the guilty boat oh oh
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[verse 2]
i get b-tches to send me pictures i let my girl see
if they good enough ,i’ll work it up
and kiss the pearl please
i eat the beat how i eat the p-ssy
i fall asleep and i dream of p-ssy
i need the p-ssy a b-tch discreet with p-ssy
uses the b-tter with weed when cooking
lawrys too i need a b-tch to talk the truth
i be stressin out get the message now
before my numbers change
i put the lord first never and runaway
you say your high but you’re sitting on a runway
i’m making dummy plays the bus short half a school bus then the cups poured
and i’m off to work
if my girls sad then we cop a purse
like theres a girl out there that lost a purse
my girls bad sweetie you are not diverse
makes me hot toddys when i’m feeling sick constant sh-t
mother f-cker i’m ill barring up with toxic spit

- altoy

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