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unknown - state of eclipse lyrics

[intro]
ayy
b*tch (b*tch)
(nate goin’ crazy)
yeah (favorite f*ckin’ felon)
hol’ up, lemme pop my sh*t (ayy)
ayy, hol’ up, lemme pop my sh*t (ayy, ayy)
ayy, hol’ up, lemme pop my sh*t (ayy)
ah*ha, b*tch (yeah)
ayy, ayy (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
ar*15 with the coolin’ kit (bow)
i do my thing, b*tch, i’m too legit (b*tch, i’m too legit)
f*cked on a ugly big booty b*tch (a big booty b*tch)
and i ain’t got time for a foolish b*tch (no)
bro parked the car and the opps started bussin’, he don’t give a f*ck about who he hit (he don’t give a f*ck about, ayy)
we empty clips on some movie sh*t (on some movie sh*t)
b*tch, i’m young and turnt on some stewie sh*t (on some stewie sh*t)
heard they lookin’ for me, tell ’em, “c’mon” (tell ’em, “c’mon”)
i just bought a glizzy with the drum on (with the drum on)
b*tch said she gon’ leave, tell her, “run on” (finna run on)
i had ’em shocked ’cause they ain’t think i was gon’ come home (b*tch)
b*tch, vv’s in my mouth so i’m talkin’ funny (i’m talkin’ funny)
this stick in my pants so i’m walkin’ funny (’cause i’m walkin’ funny)
i pop out the cut like a walkin’ mummy (like a walkin’ mummy)
i don’t understand, you ain’t talkin’ money (b*tch)
i don’t understand, you ain’t talkin’ cash (you ain’t talkin’ cash)
shawty so bad, i done bought my stash (went and bought my uh, d*mn)
sneak diss on the game, pull up very fast (skrrt)
so when you see me, be prepared to blast (be prepared to blast)
down bad on my d*ck, on my very last (on my very last)
now i swipe for sh*t and i carry cash (yeah)
hit yo b*tch from the back, put my thumb in ass (ayy)
and your daddy depressed ’cause his son a f*g (ayy, ha)
ayy, swag on it (swag on ’em)
brand new designer out the store, pop the tag on it (ayy, ayy)
i done did a lot of sh*t before but i don’t brag on it (ayy, ayy)
i’m gettin’ money and you broke, that’s why you mad, homie (ayy, ayy)
ayy, this sh*t ain’t addin’ up, do the math for me (do the math for me)
i tried to ride and these n*ggas did the dash on me (did the dash on me)
you don’t wanna end up like your last homie (like your last homie)
toes out on a slab with a tag on it (with a tag on it)
i’ma beat the p*ssy up, do my jab on it (i do my jab on it)
got the sauce, i sprinkle a lil’ dab on it (a lil’ dab on it)
goin’ hard, doin’ everything that my dad wanted (that my dad wanted)
p*ssy stank, lil’ baby, go put a rag on it (eww)
ayy, draco extended mag on it (extended mag on it)
monkey nuts with a bl**dy red flag on it (blit, blat)
want smoke? we can puff, puff, pass, homie (blat, ayy)
i’ma show you how to smoke a blunt of gas, homie (ayy, ayy)
sendin’ shots like my last name nash, homie (yeah)
and i ride around the city with my shooter (with my shooter)
pull up on a scooter (on a scooter)
they say that i’m fat but they worship me, call me buddha (call me buddha, b*tch)
yo b*tch don’t give head, give medulla (give medulla)
ayy, this clip it get longer than ruler (yeah, that ruler)
got some n*ggas that’s a*train in hoover (ayy, in hoover)
but you already know that i’m boolin’, ayy (ayy)
[outro]
(ayy, i’m really)
(i’m really rich, baguetties)
(uh, baguetties, ayy, we ready)
(ayy, and i said it, and i meant it)
(uh*uh, came extended)
(clip extended, take yo b*tch to wendy’s)
(she gon’ eat, get a feat, nah)
(mm*mm*mm, forty on me, i keep one)

- state of eclipse lyrics

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