Everybody Eats (Interlude) - Bodega Bamz, V Don

You 'bout to get your motherfucking head slapped off your motherfucking

shoulders

Wait right here, man

Ayo, B

Wassup, B?

This nigga Wedge one of your workers, man?

Word, so what’s up, D?

They say they tryin' to set you up, B

Come on, man

Ayo, bring this bitch ass nigga over here, B

Wassup man, who’s eating in this motherfucker?

We God-like, Jehovah follow

Cartagena’s the godfather like Papa Shango

Vamanos, that’s that Tanboy talk

Papi vamanos, adios

You hear me good?

I got Sunday service

Leave 'em holy like the King James Version

Front to back, revelation grind

Till the end from genesis, beginning times

Papa Dios forgive me, so ready to lick off these niggas history

Should’ve never pissed me (off)

Still these bitches wanna hit me off, got this cocaine off

All my white girls soft

So call Papi, me Papi, buy the work, stash it up

Make these hoes bag it up, you and yours laugh it up

Money my bitch, I got the movin' dimes

Cops came knocking on the door, it was movin' time

I got a Wesson like Bronson, vigilante

My Tanboys all about Bronson’s first name

Action

What’s going on, man?

I’m hearing things, man

Put your hands down, man

Everything ain’t alright, man?

I ain’t eating

You ain’t eating?

What you mean you ain’t eating?

You ain’t making this paper, man?

Everybody eats, B

You shining now, me too

Cuban link flooded, diamonds in my Jesus

You shining now, me too

Cuban link flooded, diamonds in my Jesus

Fuck you shrugging for?

Something wrong with your back?

Yeah