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frais - beautiful morning lyrics

[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 lyrics

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