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bigbabygucci & frais - sunroof lyrics

[intro: frais]
(they call us the crack house)
[?]
i ain’t get these [?] from the [?], i [?] (spencer)
[?]
who the h+ll is carlo?

[verse 1: frais]
i ain’t get these [?] from the [?], i [?] it but it be stretchin’ n+ggas
wonder how i spit without no practice ’cause i’m better than ’em
yeah, it’s a cadillac but if i get the gas, i be [?]
yeah, my old ho was bad but my new b+tch look better with me
they way i [?] it still be hard, it must be codeine
f+ck i look like tappin’ in with n+ggas? y’all don’t know me
all these scores, i pullеd up in the city, i need four rings
thirty shots inside the whip, wе hit him like he police
ain’t with that instagram thot and that lil’ b+tch gon’ have to show me
i know you think you in the game but you just speakin’ from the floor seats
i had to burn some bridges but the heat just keep me cozy
[?] lock yo’ body up like [?]
i put [?] on the [?] ’cause i like to keep the street cool
me and gucci in the penthouse countin’ hundreds but this ain’t nun’ new
i got these instagram models shaped like bottles and they comin’ through
d+mn, b+tch, yo’ p+ssy good as h+ll, i can’t replace you
like to knock the block off, y’all
big boy sh+t now, i’ll tell you
[verse 2: bigbabygucci]
d+mn, man, my jeweler froze time
i’m in la with the f+ckin’ diamonds like it’s showtime
i don’t think he got much long to live, he playin’ both sides
in my crib, we pushin’ out them records like it’s [?]
if i come, i bet i make 100k in your town
gave that b+tch the boot, she tried to disrespect the program
make ’em acknowledge it, born [?], baby, somehow, i’m a prodigy
if we step in the club, you know we boostin’ the economy
ayy, them diamonds off+set and i take off
said she want some liquor, gave her lean, b+tch, not no merlot
and every time she leave my crib, she gotta get a hair+do
she tryna fall in love, you know [?]
standin’ on the block, we wear the glock just like a medal
i’m hittin’ two+hundred when my foot is on the pedal
lil’ buddy, calm down, you ain’t even on my level
yo’ b+tch be on my line, had to put her on my schedule
uh, what’s your number? yeah, it’s number n(ine), huh
why he actin’ funny when i come around?
i heard that p+ssy n+gga hungry, told that n+gga eat around
i’m only cookin’ in the kitchen, no, i never eat around
he talkin’ sh+t, i take his bed and now i’m living in his house
she suck my d+ck like every day, it’s like i’m living in her mouth
i’m on the perc’, gas, lean, and i ain’t never comin’ down
them bullets rearrange his face, i can’t say who he is now
[outro]
put a hole in a n+gga head like a sunroof
sunroof
gee, i’ma tell you

- bigbabygucci frais lyrics

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