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real eater - ak tarantino lyrics

[intro]
ayy, son, we’re ’bout to go catch us some [?]
ak f*ckin’ up the beat

[chorus: ak tarantino]
that lil’ b*tch a real eater, someone hold her back, ayy
posted with that big heater, k!llers dressed in black
that new ak came with a strap, ayy, bad b*tch in the trap
she told me, “hit it from the back”, i said, “okay”, ’cause i’m with that

[verse 1: ak tarantino]
7:57, get my glock and hit the strip, ayy
7:58, i get a phone call from a b*tch, ayy
by 7:59, she told me come out to her crib
at 8 o’clock, i pulled up knockin’ on the door, she let me in
i hit that lil’ b*tch from the back, the defintion of a pimp, ayy
choppa, we drivin’ a [?]
i pulled up to the scene just to see what it is
he got about fifty duffels that fit with promethazine, told me he just hit a l!ck
hop in the seat, and take off in the ship
put the gun in my lap, and then play with the tens
i’m ’bout to fly overseas with the bricks
ain’t gettin’ caught by security, tell ’em to suck on my d*ck
i’m ’bout to die off the perc
roll with the boy in the back, look like they rolled him up
[unfinished]

- ak tarantino lyrics

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