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lirik lagu eatin – money ova everything

[intro]
[?] on the beat

[chorus: 50 shots & debo]
moe eatin’, steady cookin’ chickens (birds)
standin’ over the stove, who gon’ do the dishes? (work)
my wrist so sick, think i need a doctor (well, d*mn)
i stay iced out thanks to the gwala (gwala)
moe eatin’, steady cookin’ chickens (birds) (uh*huh)
standin’ over the stove, who gon’ do the dishes? (work) (eatin’ in this b*tch)
my wrist so sick, think i need a doctor (moe) (well, d*mn)
i stay iced out thanks to the gwala (gwala)
[verse 1: debo]
call me a tumbler the way i flip the jesse white (work)
loud sayin’ i love my life (loud), d*ck sayin’ i piped your wife (piped your wife)
bob barker on the head, i’m goin’ up, the price is right (yеp)
fifty shots up in the jock and when i squeeze, thеy takin’ flight (bah, baow)
holes in the skeleton mean he lost the gunfight (uh*huh)
hit him with so many shots like i’m playin’ connect the dots
got her hummin’, weezy on the d*ck, l*l*l*lollipop
you n*ggas scared to claim a hood or a f*ckin’ block (b*tch)
jaro city, hottie world, one*stop, one shop
moe on the f*ckin’ top, chucktown, baby, yeah, we hot
free the guys, you know the plot, l’s or sh*lls, you will get shot
l’s or sh*lls, you will get shot, l’s or sh*lls, you will get shot
and your b*tch, she do the d*ck (okay), she spiffyin’ the kitchen, water whippin’ (yep)
debo on the track, so you know the f*ckin’ hitters sh*ttin’ (uh*huh)
all we do is move them chickens, watch they fly away like pigeons (gone)
trappin’ out the bas*m*nt, yeah, all we do is come and get it (moe)

[chorus: 50 shots]
moe eatin’, steady cookin’ chickens (birds) (d*mn, this b*tch [?])
standin’ over the stove, who gon’ do the dishes? (work)
my wrist so sick, think i need a doctor (hood, work the door) (well, d*mn)
i stay iced out thanks to the gwala (i’m doin’ me; gwala) (copo)
moe eatin’, steady cookin’ chickens (jaro city, hottie world) (birds)
standin’ over the stove, who gon’ do the dishes? (shout outs to my n*gga, debo, chi*town; work)
my wrist so sick, think i need a doctor (well, d*mn; it’s 50)
i stay iced out thanks to the gwala (gwala)
[verse 2: 50 shots]
in the kitchen cookin’ dough and you know we blowin’ dro
like fettuccini, snort and smoke, my n*ggas steady sellin’ dope
my parter ‘nem be gettin’ dough, kush, rocks, pills, codeine, and blow
money grow on trees, i’ll blow it all, more money grow
so i had to call up gwala, wrist so sick, i need a doctor
moe my f*ckin’ partner, all my n*ggas f*ckin’ shottas
just bought a tec with a fifty*shot extended clip
50 with a fifty, guess that means i got a hundred, b*tch (brrat)
you n*ggas is out of order, my sh*t make her cross the border
you n*ggas is kinda sorta, catchin’ cases, law & order
make a n*gga go ballistic, never leave a f*ckin’ witness (brrat)
aim fantastic and my hustle so f*ckin’ vicious
more money than the lottery, more guns than an armory
so if i go broke, then i’m goin’ back to robbery
posted in the f*ckin’ kitchen and your b*tch, she do the dishes
hood, work the door, debo got me water whippin’ (brrat)

[chorus: 50 shots]
moe eatin’, steady cookin’ chickens (birds)
standin’ over the stove, who gon’ do the dishes? (work)
my wrist so sick, think i need a doctor (well, d*mn)
i stay iced out thanks to the gwala (gwala)
moe eatin’, steady cookin’ chickens (birds)
standin’ over the stove, who gon’ do the dishes? (work)
my wrist so sick, think i need a doctor (well, d*mn)
i stay iced out thanks to the gwala (gwala)
[outro]
[?] on the beat

- money ova everything

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