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Pretty City - Eclipse lyrics

Artist: Pretty City

album: Eclipse


Had to cut em off like a clip
Had to stand tall keep a grip
Frapboy ducking the eclipse
Every time I shoot I don't miss
Real nigga from the street
Lowkey, discreet, Frapboy no guish
Get caught don't speak
Work been jumping, can't get no sleep
Coupe came white, make a nigga nose bleed
Chopper like a futon, nigga have a seat
Rip him like a coupon, sticks like a pool hall
I'm a serve ya mamma and ya niece
Trap house dirty shawty gotta keep her shoes on
Niggas out working so I gotta keep a tool on
Shawty had a goofball, so she had to move on
Ima a rich nigga, need a rich bitch to chose on
This not rap this street nigga poem
He don't wanna listening so the streets had to show 'em
Body went missing, only pictures at the show room
I ain't even tripping, I ain't telling u I told you
Trap house jumping, I can cook it right in front of you
Low income house wtf you think we gonna do
Crack In my brother room
Mack in the other room
Run my shop and I'm blasting every one of you
Hmm
You could blame who you want but it's only you
Could say what you want if it's only true
Drop my top and I hop like a kangaroo
Niggas ain't solid I got the proof
Had to cut em off like a clip
Had to stand tall keep a grip
Frapboy ducking the eclipse
Every time I shoot I don't miss
Real nigga from the street
Lowkey, discreet, Frapboy no guish
Get caught don't speak
Work been jumping, can't get no sleep
Coupe came white, make a nigga nose bleed
Chopper like a futon, nigga have a seat
Rip him like a coupon, sticks like a pool hall
I'm a serve ya mamma and ya niece
Trap house dirty shawty gotta keep her shoes on
Niggaz out working so I gotta keep a tool on
Shawty had a goofball, so she had to move on
Ima a rich nigga, need a rich bitch to chose on
This not rap this street nigga poem
He don't wanna listen so the streets had to teach
Block too hot so I keep the vented seats
Thought he was asleep found his body in the sheets
Aiming for the body but he got him in the knee
Caught him in the lane leaking like a battery
Shot him broad day and then walked off casually
Balmain Jean got me walking like an athlete
Oh
If u got a play I got a strategy
Disrespect, I cut your anatomy
I just pray to god for a better me
Stay far from fuck boy energy
I know who friend, who enemy
Had to cut em off like a clip
Had to stand tall keep a grip
Frapboy ducking the eclipse
Every time I shoot I don't miss
Real nigga from the street
Lowkey, discreet, Frapboy no guish
Get caught don't speak
Work been jumping, can't get no sleep
Coupe came white, make a nigga nose bleed
Chopper like a futon, nigga have a seat
Rip him like a coupon, sticks like a pool hall
I'm a serve ya mamma and ya niece
Trap house dirty shawty gotta keep her shoes on
Niggaz out working so I gotta keep a tool on
Shawty had a goofball, so she had to move on
Ima a rich nigga, need a rich bitch to chose on
This not rap this street nigga poem

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