Jay Critch, FatBoy SSE - Everybody Eats lyrics

Ayy, yuhh jay Critch, Hood Fave
Ayy, yuhh everybody eat, everybody eat
Hey, yuh

Everybody Eats, Everybody Eats
Stand up nigga tell them pussies take a seat
I might ball in Miami like I
Play for the Heat
30 on my wrist, couple bands for the feats
Where I’m from it get real
My niggas move with a still
No we ain’t missin’ no Mills
Don’t give a fuck how you feel
Run up on me your get?
Ayy, run up on me you get dropped
My niggas countin’ the guap
Yea we be juggin’ a lot

Eatin’ good now, yeah we eatin’ good
I got bands now, bands now
So she eat the wood, hеy
And no we ain’t missin’ no mills
Nigga I need me some mills makе a me a mills
My niggas juggin’ for real
Ayy, this lean got me faded like a taper
Shorty say she wanna lay up, told her pay up
Niggas hoppin’ on the bandwagon
I’m like wait up niggas ain’t tryna get no
Money imma take some
Boy I heard you holdin’ on
That money imma shake some
Shorty what you gon’ do for this
Money tell her shake some
Shorty gave me brain like that
Bitch went to law school
Everybody eats nigga I move like a boss do

Everybody Eats, Everybody Eats
Stand up nigga tell them pussies take a seat
I might ball in Miami like
I play for the Heat
30 for my wrist, couple bands for the feats
Where I’m from it get real
My niggas move with a still
No we ain’t missin’ no Mills
Don’t give a fuck how you feel
Run up on me your get?
Ayy, run up on me you get dropped
My niggas countin’ the guap
Yea we be juggin’ a lot

Yeah yeah, I’m movin’ with mills
Yea, I’m juggin’ with stills
Bitches they comin’ for real
Money it comin’ for real
Bitch I ain’t payin’ yo bills
You suckin’ this dick for a mill
Ooo you gave me the chills
I love the way that shit feels
Everybody eats, everybody eats
I’m at the table with my niggas
We just had a feast and if we steppin’ out
We don’t tip the waitress cheap
I bet you find her at my crib
Right on her knee

Everybody Eats, Everybody Eats
Stand up nigga tell them pussies take a seat
I might ball in Miami like
I play for the Heat
30 for my wrist, couple bands for the feats
Where I’m from it get real
My niggas move with a still
No we ain’t missin’ no Mills
Don’t give a fuck how you feel
Run up on me your get?
Ayy, run up on me you get dropped
My niggas countin’ the guap
Yea we be juggin’ a lot