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Flo Milli - Eat It Up Lyrics

Hey
Flo Milli shit, bitch
Haha
I feel like a pussycat doll
I don't answer when he call (No)
Keep that nigga on his toes and make sure you put up a wall (Shut up, nigga)
I can't trust 'em, I don't love 'em (Uh-uh)
We can't fuck without a rubber (Uh-uh)
And my ass been gettin' fatter (Haha)
You can see it in my walk (Hey)
Her numbers low, to me she a joke
Ooh, I might not get involved
I can't kick it with these hoes
I'm tryna ball like I'm a job
I'm the H.B.I.C, she know I'm hot because she not (Bitch)
They can't keep up with me
But deep inside, they want my spot (Haha)
Make a nigga blow a check on me (What?)
Save his number under "We gon' see" (Haha)
YSL, Gucci (Yeah), back it up, juvie
He love my aura, when he with you he be bored (He love me)
If he call, I press ignore
I'm overseas in Bora Bora (Bye)
Flo Milli shit, they know they ball but I ain't in the league (Flo Milli shit)
I'm makin' M's, I ain't got no time to make no enemies
Bitch, I never gave a fuck
Run up on me, you gon' be outta luck (Yeah, yeah)
These bitches thinkin' they tough (Ho)
Ho, don't make me call your bluff (Call your bluff)
I feel like a pussycat doll
I don't answer when he call
Keep that nigga on his toes and make sure you put up a wall
I can't trust 'em, I don't love 'em
We can't fuck without a rubber
And my ass been gettin' fatter
You can see it in my walk (Haha)
Her numbers low, to me she a joke
Ooh, I might not get involved
I can't kick it with these hoes (No)
I'm tryna ball like I'm a job
I'm the H.B.I.C, she know I'm hot because she not (What?)
They can't keep up with me
But deep inside, they want my spot (Haha)
He said he like them natural
This ain't no BBL
Your boyfriend kiss and tell
Treat me like a wishing well
They lookin' at me like "Damn" (Aw)
Don't you wanna be me now? (Yup)
They know I came straight from the bottom
Why they wanna see me fail?
Pull up to the spot with a drop-top
Fifty deep, we got the block hot (Can't do it like me)
Bitches flexin' what they don't got
Feel like Diddy, I'm on go and I won't stop (Bitch)
Got my foot through the door, now I'm on top (Ho)
Cut these bitches like a big chop (Bye)
Rockin' Christian Dior like I never been poor (Ooh)
I iced out my nose like I'm 2Pac
I feel like a pussycat doll (I do)
I don't answer when he call (Bye)
Keep that nigga on his toes and make sure you put up a wall
I can't trust 'em, I don't love 'em (Uh-uh)
We can't fuck without a rubber (No)
And my ass been gettin' fatter (Hey)
You can see it in my walk
Her numbers low, to me she a joke
Ooh, I might not get involved
I can't kick it with these hoes
I'm tryna ball like I'm a job
I'm the H.B.I.C, she know I'm hot because she not
They can't keep up with me (No)
But deep inside, they want my spot (Want my spot)