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frais - luci lyrics

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[hook frais:]n-gga f-ck you5x (n-gga)3x
[verse 1 :frais]
n-ggas actin real different

man f-ck these n-ggas

you don’t wanna see me outside whole cliq

strapped up n-gga masked up

finna spark a body up n-gga match one

n-ggas yelling hard know i got the black one

you want war n-gga lets go

n-gga strap to your face like a lesbo

i got guns like a expo

flow so cold f-ck around h-ll froze

where the devil at now?(n-gga)

cus i came for that crown(n-gga)

oh you feeling that yacht sh-t?

man get the f-ck off my d-ck

busting in your b-tch like my d-ck gotta clip

b-lls on her chin

c-m on her lips(swagg2x)

come on my street n-ggas get hit(swagg)

they said i’m a son of a b-tch

i’m sunning you n-ggas

your grandma a b-tch

even the virgins gone f-ck with my sh-t

i don’t think you n-ggas getting it

ill take sh-t on a pyramid

where the devil at now?(n-gga)

oh you looking like a clown?(n-gga)

lynch your -ss in the streets

you don’t wanna hang around n-gga

like what-up tho(ayyyy)

young -ss n-gga but i’m tough,tho(ayyy)

with a bad b-tch with the buns low

she gung-ho cause i’m hung low

tryna ball hard but your funds low

c-m shower for your girl no poncho

[hook: frais]n-gga f-ck you(5x)

[verse 2:ragr]

west-side!!!!(f-ck you b-tch)

f-ck fighting n-ggas i got too many gats

sniper rifle use the eye that’s on my ti$a hat

down south and new york,n-ggas

never seen no porch,n-ggas

you wanting beef?,i’ll turn your -ss into pork,n-gga

i’ll pop your brain treat it like a cork,n-gga

my chopper came with that gadget just a dork,n-gga

i’m dropping babies too i’m like a stork,n-gga

go testify we just gonna k!ll the whole court,n-gga

[verse 3:frais]

b-tch i’m lucifrais,f-ck around with me might lose your face

i got moves to make

couple careers to end

a couple souls to take

wide body big rims

lips so big like hova’s face(ball so hard)

ok i’m over great

i don’t feel these n-ggas i novocaine

n-gga call his self dior?

hold,up dawg(what the f-ck?)yeah we know your g-y

b-tches going ga ga over me,i make her drop it low “poker face”

wanna twit pic now b-tch?,should i pull it out now b-tch?

what you talking bout now b-tch?,man suck on my d-ck!

not giving a f-ck running amok with my cliq

throwing dubs all in this b-tch

you talking that sh-t?,pop on my hip

now that’s real hip-hop in this b-tch

n-gga wise(y’s) up

they despise us

they use to play with me now they pray to me like–

[hook frais:]

n-gga f-ck you(5x)

[verse 4: ragr]

(b-tch)f-ck south-side open up your mouth-wide

shoot you in your living room

now you laying outside

kyc is on the watch

yeah n-gga,its about time

shoot until the clip empty now its like a clown mind

say we some clowns,well ima show you who the clowns are

all my n-ggas packed off in your b-tch she a clown car(she a bop n-gga)

goin step up nina blow you down

potato on the barrel come get these bo’rounds

marry goes around we gotta fat b-tch

leave you in the dirt boy you cat sh-t

- frais lyrics

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