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Eat Dat Up by Future


[Intro: Future & Lil Keed]
[?] b**ch, eat that up (Eat that up, b**ch)
Dripset, this is spill now (Yeah)
Real spill (What?)
Pipe it up
[Chorus: Future & Lil Keed]
4 to 5 watches, b**ch, eat that up (Woah-woah)
And I’m thinking about retiring, b**ch, eat that up (Woah-woah-woah)
And I got a Turbo Porsche, get that up (Woah-woah)
Called your baby mama ’bout to beat that up (Woah-woah-woah)
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my b**ch dress in a [?], eat that up (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
f**k your b**ch on purpose, keep that up (Woah-woah)
Pussy niggas actin’ nervous, we gon’ eat that up (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
And my attitude the same (Woah-woah, woah-woah), yeah
Spent four millions on a chain (Oh-oh, woah-oh)
By the time this [?] gon’ be a millionnaire (Oh-oh, drip)
4 to 5 watches, b**ch, eat that up
And I’m thinking about retiring, b**ch, eat that up
And I got a Turbo Porsche, get that up
Called your baby mama ’bout to beat that up
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my b**ch dress in a [?], eat that up
f**k your b**ch on purpose, keep that up
Pussy niggas actin’ nervous, we gon’ eat that up
[Verse: Lil Keed]
Keed talk to ’em
Yeah, I told her eat it up
Head hypnotic, [?], yeah
Boy you better bring more than that, we smoke sh*t up
Yeah, came from nothing, I came from the bottom so eat that up
Yeah, copped up the Bentley or the Lamb truck, she eat that up
Yeah, all gold, buss down cuban link like treasury
I just f**ked this old thot, in Patterson new jersey
I can shoot at long range and the Glock [?]
I blow up like propane, and she wouldn’t even f**k me
Ooh, eat that up
Ooh, 2-25 on the dash
Ooh, eat that up
Ooh, I can’t crash
Ooh, I came with your hoe, bought her a trashbag
Ooh, pray for long life but just know I spazz, spazz, ooh
[Chorus: Future]
4 to 5 watches, b**ch, eat that up
And I’m thinking about retiring, b**ch, eat that up
And I got a Turbo Porsche, get that up
Called your baby mama ’bout to beat that up
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my b**ch dress in a [?], eat that up
f**k your b**ch on purpose, keep that up
Pussy niggas actin’ nervous, we gon’ eat that up



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