"EAT ME!" lyrics
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I'm the one who count the dollars
I'm fresh as fuck, pull up, all Prada
He wanna fuck on a MILF, callin' me mama
I post me a pic and they went out and bought it
Stock out, they tap out
Said I'm too violent, I rock out
My bitch is so solid, she knock bitches out
I count up the money, took the paper route
Bitch, mind ya business
I got money way up to the ceilin'
I could eat her for lunch, call her Billie
I go stupid, you bitches just silly
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
That ho ain't punk, she a punk
Bad bitch don't speak, she a monk?
She fakin', I'm used to the pump
I wake up and do what I want
How much I make? A ton
Surrounded by all of my sons
You bitches ain't really on none
They fold under pressure, I'm just havin' fun
I'm the party wherever I'm goin'
Tryna bag me, I'm already knowin'
Put my wrist on, it's already snowing
I got bags in the house like I grow it
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
Bah, bah, bah, ya
Got up out my head, I can't be sad about shit
Too many people wanna live in my skin
Too many options when I pick out my fit
Same thing goes when I pick out a dude
Broke nigga, sit down, we ain't looking at you
Only time I look down is when I check out my shoes
All of this shit 'cause I pray to Jesús
Got competition, bet it ain't you
Bettin' they choose, bettin' they lose
We don't want ya hand, we ain't calling no truce
Whips is Wayne, hop out like Bruce
Call me insane, glad I ain't you
Better then all of them, might as well mother them
Got too much love for my own, though
Peppermint colors, I like different colors, my face on a magazine cover, whoa
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
They cannot touch me
Who is the best? Me
Who do I love? Me
Who wanna test? Me
My car got no keys
House got no lease
Mode I'm in, beast
To get tough as me, that little ho need a bean
Stalkin' that boy while we totin' a beam
Love when it beep, that's the money machine
Bitches want be me, try that in your dreams
Call that boy Travis, turn him to a fiend
Whip color lean
Bitches ain't ballin', they not in the league
Such a giant, they look up to me
Massacre when my pics hit the feed
He a thug? Yes, he like my pretty teeth
I'm a bachelor, all I care about is me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
They cannot touch me
Who is the best? Me
Who do I love? Me
Who wanna test? Me
Love it
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I'm the one who count the dollars
I'm fresh as fuck, pull up, all Prada
He wanna fuck on a MILF, callin' me mama
I post me a pic and they went out and bought it
Stock out, they tap out
Said I'm too violent, I rock out
My bitch is so solid, she knock bitches out
I count up the money, took the paper route
Bitch, mind ya business
I got money way up to the ceilin'
I could eat her for lunch, call her Billie
I go stupid, you bitches just silly
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
That ho ain't punk, she a punk
Bad bitch don't speak, she a monk?
She fakin', I'm used to the pump
I wake up and do what I want
How much I make? A ton
Surrounded by all of my sons
You bitches ain't really on none
They fold under pressure, I'm just havin' fun
I'm the party wherever I'm goin'
Tryna bag me, I'm already knowin'
Put my wrist on, it's already snowing
I got bags in the house like I grow it
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
She's a bad b
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
I could eat her up
Bah, bah, bah, ya
Got up out my head, I can't be sad about shit
Too many people wanna live in my skin
Too many options when I pick out my fit
Same thing goes when I pick out a dude
Broke nigga, sit down, we ain't looking at you
Only time I look down is when I check out my shoes
All of this shit 'cause I pray to Jesús
Got competition, bet it ain't you
Bettin' they choose, bettin' they lose
We don't want ya hand, we ain't calling no truce
Whips is Wayne, hop out like Bruce
Call me insane, glad I ain't you
Better then all of them, might as well mother them
Got too much love for my own, though
Peppermint colors, I like different colors, my face on a magazine cover, whoa
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
They cannot touch me
Who is the best? Me
Who do I love? Me
Who wanna test? Me
My car got no keys
House got no lease
Mode I'm in, beast
To get tough as me, that little ho need a bean
Stalkin' that boy while we totin' a beam
Love when it beep, that's the money machine
Bitches want be me, try that in your dreams
Call that boy Travis, turn him to a fiend
Whip color lean
Bitches ain't ballin', they not in the league
Such a giant, they look up to me
Massacre when my pics hit the feed
He a thug? Yes, he like my pretty teeth
I'm a bachelor, all I care about is me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
They cannot touch me
Who is the best? Me
Who do I love? Me
Who wanna test? Me
Love it
