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letra de eat suffer - weezy deedz

[intro: weezy deedz]
yo (yo)
yo (yo)
might just spit some funny sh-t (funny sh-t)
for the fun of it (fun of it)
yo

[verse 1: weezy deedz]
yeh , i been stressed
lock on the cupboard, i eat less
wanna weed check?
i bet it was covered in weird sh-t
i ain’t gotta motherf-ckin’ problem
f-cking watch it
why you always gotta be the one to start it
i ain’t budge it (i ain’t budge it)
all da clubs are bumpin’ all the hungry junkies (grr)
i shove one ‘n someone broke a bottle on me (ow)
yeh, they must be jelly
’cause i mugged their honey
all the women jumpin’ on me
don’t be sorry drop it on me
(what’s the problem, yo?)
yeh, hump it on me naughty
while i put in somethin’
bet ya hunky dory lover
boy ain’t really nothin’
i be onto f-ckin’ even if ya forty on it, suck it
bet ya love it when i get my bulge ‘n rub it
gobble on it
yeh, squat up ‘n down on it
crouch in a round ball ‘n
fart up the sound board (oh my god, yeh)
i am a clown on a bed when i bounce on
a b-tch with the sound on (like that sh-t?)
d-cks dynamite b-tch
i bang hard, can’t afford it
when i jump on it quick
i blast off, ‘fore i go there
when i bust can i pick
where on ya body that i want it?
came on her three or four
times least, we was h-rny (uhh)
oh, sh-t, is we recording?
(haha, this motherf-cker)
ain’t mean to tell that story
this one happened as a boy
before i ‘came a smoking droid
when life was off ‘n not important
now i write it all in songs, yeh
[hook: weezy deedz]
was a big boy when i was shorter
big stomach, thought i would rap in year seven on it
but i got taller, my d-ck larger, my rage harder
when i sing on it, i spit, b-tch, i don’t need love
i eat suffer, bud, i’ma mean sucker, i need rubber
‘cause i been f-ckin’ that b-tch raw, i don’t think of it
yeh, weezy part a problem, i don’t beep on it
sleep on it, b-tch, i’ma teach ya where i been, honey

[verse 2: weezy deedz]
god, i’ma punk with the x
gts all of my enemies i guess
part of me thought i’m possessed
‘cause i keep jumpin’ off all of my records
like a frog, i’ma liq ya for the cash, i’ma sec
away from sendin’ out a mess
of messages, lord i might text
a ex i missed, i call her wreckin’
passin’, i holdin’ my breath
‘cause i possess the knowledge
yes, ya answers i hold in my head
so why would i go back?
i’d honestly rather choke on my neck
yeh, she dove her head in
i was ugly then but never mind
‘cause i look nine times better now
you dumb b-tch, high as feathers
what i called that dyk-, i’m fed up
with the lies, i saw that fella
that one time be close ‘n smell up
your behind ‘n i just rev up
five years ‘n i’ll blow
it seemed it’d be now though
but i think ya sounds low
(turn that sh-t up)
mixin’ it takes long
since all my pays gone
but i’ll still be ‘round though
(i said turn that sh-t up)
wish i knew how to mix
right now i can’t afford it
how ‘bout lower your sh-t
this d-mn price is so enormous
yeh, mic, it ain’t fixed
i paid too much at the store
for that, man, i ain’t enjoyed it
now i’m broke ‘n so i’ll p-wn it (uhh)
if i sell it can i snort it? (haha)
yeh, i might just if i want it
so i’m drivin’ in the mornin’ (yeh, i might)
findin’ more jobs ‘n it’s borin’ (i be drivin’)
’cause i like the sound of performin’
all my songs, i might go for it (lets go)
[hook: weezy deedz]
was a big boy when i was shorter
big stomach, thought i would rap in year seven on it
but i got taller, my d-ck larger, my rage harder
when i sing on it, i spit, b-tch
i don’t need love (no love)
i eat suffer, bud, i’ma mean sucker
i need rubber (no love here)
‘cause i been f-ckin’ that b-tch raw
i don’t think of it (oh, no, dear)
yeh, weezy part a problem (he’s gone)
i don’t beep on it
sleep on it, b-tch (marshall’s gone)
i’ma teach ya where i been, honey

[outro: weezy deedz]
yeh, weezy part a problem i don’t beep on it
sleep on it, b-tch, i’ma teach ya where i been, honey
(been, honey, b-tch, i been, honey)
(been, honey, b-tch) (get the f-ck out!)
(weezy)

- weezy deedz

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