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lirik lagu rico nasty - eat me!

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[chorus]
she’s a bad b, i could her eat up
she’s a bad b, i could her eat up
she’s a bad b, i could her eat up
i could her eat up, i could her eat up (brr, shh)

[verse 1]
i’m the one who count the dollars (dollars)
i’m fresh as f~ck, pull up, all prada (prada)
he wanna f~ck on a milf, callin’ me mama (muah)
i post me a pic and they went and bought it
stock out, they tap out (huh)
said i’m too violent, i rock out (huh)
my b~tch is so solid, she knock b~tches out (pow)
i count up the money, took the paper route (uh~huh)
b~tch, mind ya business (sh~t)
i got money way up to the ceilin’ (ceiling)
i could eat her for lunch, call her billie (billie)
i go stupid, you b~tches is silly (silly)

[chorus]
she’s a bad b, i could her eat up (phew)
she’s a bad b (uh~huh), i could her eat up (uh, yeah)
she’s a bad b (uh, d~mn), i could her eat up (uh)
i could her eat up, i could her eat up
[verse 2]
that ho’ ain’t punk, she a punk (she a punk)
bad b~tch don’t speak, she a monk (she a monk)
she fakin’, i’m used to the pump (the pump)
i wake up and do what i want (i want)
how much i make? a ton (a ton)
surrounded by all of my sons (all of my sons)
you b~tches ain’t really on none (really on none)
they fold under pressure, i’m just havin’ fun
i’m the party wherever i’m goin’ (i’m goin’)
tryna bag me, i’m already knowin’ (already knowin’)
put my wrist up on, it’s already snowin’ (already snorin’)
i got bags in the house like i grow it

[chorus]
she’s a bad b, i could her eat up (phew)
she’s a bad b (uh~huh), i could her eat up (uh, yeah)
she’s a bad b (uh, d~mn), i could her eat up (uh)
i could her eat up (yeah), i could her eat up

[verse 3]
pow, pow, pow, yeah
got up on my head, i can’t be sad about sh~t
too many people wanna live in my skin
too many options when i pick out my fit
same thing does when i pick out a dude
broke n~ggas, sit down, we ain’t lookin’ at you
only time i look down is when i check out my shoes
all of this sh~t ’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 in wayne, hop out like bruce
call me insane, glad i ain’t you
better than all of ’em, might as well mother ’em
got too much love for my own though
peppermint colors, i like different colors
my face on a magazine cover, whoa
[chorus]
me (me), me (uh~huh), me (uh~huh, uh~huh, uh~huh)
me (yeah), me, me (me), me
they cannot touch me (huh)
who is the best? me (uh~huh)
who do i love? me (okay)
who wanna test me? (uh~huh)

[verse 4]
my car got no keys, house got no lease
mode i’m in, beast to get tough as me that lil ho’ need a bean
stalkin’ that boy while we totin’ a beam
love when it beep, that’s the money machine
b~tches want be me, try that in your dreams
call that boy travis, turn him to a fiend
whip color lean, b~tches ain’t ballin, they not in a league, ha
such a giant, they look up to me
massacre when my pics hit the feed
he a thug? yes, he like my pretty t~~th
i’m a bachelot, all i care about is me

[chorus]
me (me), me, me (me), me (uh~huh)
me (me), me, me (uh~huh, uh~huh, uh~huh), me
they cannot touch me (huh)
who is the best? me (woo)
who do i love? me (yeah)
who wanna test me? (okay)
[outro]
love it


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