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letra de eat it up - flo milli

[intro]
ayy
yeah i’m f-ckin’ with this for real (turn up this sh-t, ha)
eat it up, ayy
i told him eat it up
he wanna taste (haha)
eat it up (my p-ssy)
i told him eat it up (my p-ssy)
he wanna taste
eat it up (eat it up)
i told him eat it up (boy you better)
he wanna taste
eat it up (boy you better)
he wanna taste
i told him eat it up

[verse 1]
don’t get ahead of yourself, scholars
sing to my n-ggas, hakuna matata
who got the key to my chevy impala? (where they at?)
left them on read, tomato, tomato (okay)
the blacker the better the sweeter the crotch, ah (ooh yeah)
he got a h-ll of c-ck (oh, oh, oh)
he want it
i got a h-ll of a rock (ayy)
he eat it up on the spot
don’t be callin’ the cops, hol’ on (p-ssy)
if you f-ck with the opps that’s a no-no
you gon’ make me draw four like it’s uno (yeah)
twenty-four karat gold like i’m bruno (money)
hit your man in my drawers like a sumo
i just bought a new whip, it’s a toro (yeah)
i said f-ck all these hoes like a p-rno (f-ck ’em)
i got cheese on me like i’m digiorno
hit the gas in my whip and i smash
b-tch i made more money than my dad (he broke)
say i look like a doll call me kash (hey)
all that flexin’ we run in your stash (give me that)
i love all my n-ggas, they love me back
if i make him jealous, he gon’ get upset (bye)
boy relax if i f-ck and don’t call you back (haha)
when i cut ’em off, they always get attached (f-ck ’em)

[chorus]
eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
i’ma be gone by tomorrow (bye)
’cause flo milli sh-t is the motto (hoe)
eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up (yeah)
n-ggas you lyin’ mufasa, sing to my n-ggas hakuna matata (yeah)
eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
i’ma be gone by tomorrow (bye)
’cause flo milli sh-t is the motto (hoe)
eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up (yeah)
n-ggas you lyin’ mufasa, sing to my n-ggas hakuna matata (yeah)

[verse 2]
sing to my n-ggas but this ain’t a musical (hi)
givin’ me dab but that sh-t is not mutual (hoe)
all in your feelings, that sh-t so unusual
i swerve on your n-gga, he callin’ me beautiful (ayy, hi)
i got gun powder stuck up in my cuticules ’cause i be poppin’ sh-t
(woah, woah, oh, h-llo, woah, haha)
if he go down on me, eat this whole p-ssy, i might give him top and sh-t (he want it)
i am not talking ’bout peter (what)
i’m chargin’ twenty a feature (oh, money)
i’m in the game no bleachers (hi)
shottin’ my opps and creatures (hey, woah)
you are not made, you a tweaker (hoe)
pull up flo milli on speakers (haha, eat it up)
sing to my dude justin bieber (yeah)
i make him eat it like caesar’s (hol’ on, ayy, ayy)

- flo milli

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