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lirik lagu beautiful morning – frais

[intro: guapo da smoke]
git*git
(tell no heart i’m finna get in my f*ckin’ mode)

[verse 1: guapo da smoke]
beautiful morning (beautiful what?), good day to go drilling (let’s go drilling)
these n*ggas be (these n*ggas be), can’t stand a n*gga in his feelings (i can’t, nah)
remember i slept on the floor (what? floor), average money to the ceiling (huh, ha)
gotta keep it low (gotta keep it—), his main b*tch, i be k!lling (haha, i be k!lling)
i got snipers on the flight (on the flight, hawk)
made a play in one night (one night)
c*mo said, “she a’ight” (she a’ight)
i can tell what she like
only gang on the features (on the features)
hauntеd drank, i’m a creature (i’m a creaturе)
turn his face into a pizza (baow, bah*bah*bah)
got him singin’ like alicia (git*git)
and we never let ’em get back (never get back)
bro just put a n*gga on a sh*t bag (haha)
tell the plug send a six*pack (six*pack)
run up on me, get ya sh*t sn*tched
lotta these n*ggas ain’t wit’ that (ain’t wit’ that)
lotta these n*ggas don’t cl!ck*clack (ayy, baow)
i’m not tryna f*ck if the b*tch wack (nah)
skeet in her mouth like a tic tac (haha)
[verse 2: frais]
yeah, n*gga, you know what it is
frais in this b*tch
spook gang money clique
3431, you know; miami, n*gga
west side sh*t
ayy, ayy
all of these racks on me
i’m sh*ttin’ so hard, these lil’ n*ggas had to hate
they know i’m big dog, so don’t f*ck around, you leavin’ with half ya face
i pull up, revolver
ain’t dropping no sh*lls, you know that they closed the case
blue tip ammunition goin’ through his vest, n*gga, ain’t n0body safe
ridin’ ’round with some thick b*tches, she ain’t suckin’ d*ck, i’ma give her away
my white boy in cali’ make her touch down every time i call him tom brady
if i told you what i paid for the pint, you would think that i can give it away
pulled up, lamborghini look like a ufo ’cause it came from the ’80s
pulled up, wockhardt with the tussionex, feel like i’m walking in sp*ce
d*mn, me and c*mo did it again, that’s why the white kids rockin’ the frais
a beautiful morning, i think that today i’ma k!ll him
balmain, leather made of a thousand sharks, i can go swimming
and the k!llers outside in the parking lot, them be my n*ggas
made a million off servin’ base to the black folks like philip’s
i was down bad in the hood, we ain’t had hope, but i had brilliance
and a n*gga been to h*ll and back and without a scratch, that’s resilience

- frais

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