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EVERYBODY EATS
93
Hip-Hop/Rap
EVERYBODY EATS est sorti le 30 janvier 2026 par MNRK Records LP dans le cadre de l'album STUDIO 54
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Date de sortie30 janvier 2026
LabelMNRK Records LP
LanguageEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM77

Clip vidéo

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Warhol.SS
Warhol.SS
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Zahir Myles
Zahir Myles
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dilla
Dilla
Ingénierie de mixage
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
MitchGoneMad
MitchGoneMad
Production
Wessgonemad
Wessgonemad
Production
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Production
Spencer Jewesson
Spencer Jewesson
Production

Paroles

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh
[Chorus]
You see my bitch and prolly think I'm stressing bad (Bad)
Wake up, run through bags (Bags)
I done lost triple what **** had (Triple)
Out of space cadet like Pluto Nash (Aye)
Went against that shit and got him dragged
Got 'em patched in, ended bad
They know me and I know ball, so when I wager, know it's leverage (Yeah)
Lil' bro got ten milli', fold **** up like number seven (Uh)
Rollin' nothin' but pain, inhale death, I put up damage (Damage)
All my **** eating like Bruh Man, I made a sandwich
[Verse 1]
Pop out, traffic, all my shorties strapped, no Travis Barker, aye
****'s opinion nothin', he scared to try, I try harder, aye
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I'm Ted talkin', damn
'Raq baby, everything a go, I don't stop and I ain't pausing, aye
I ain't for none of that small talk, they askin', I can't call it
Waist Deep Tyrese, I end feuds and hit targets
Way too rich for arguments, you can tell it by my posture
Thank God I'm made me, I make commas, he make nada, ****
[Chorus]
You see my bitch and prolly think I'm stressing bad (Bad)
Wake up, run through bags
I done lost triple what **** had
These **** had
Out of space cadet like Pluto Nash (Aye)
Went against that shit and got him dragged
Got 'em patched in, ended bad (Aye)
They know me and I know ball, so when I wager, know it's leverage
Lil' bro got ten milli', fold **** up like number seven
Rollin' nothin' but pain, inhale death, I put up damage (Damage)
All my **** eating like Bruh Man, I made a sandwich
[Outro]
Pop out, traffic, all my shorties strapped, no Travis Barker, aye
Played this shit back twice, he caught game, I'm Ted talkin', aye
Written by: Zahir Myles
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