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letra de 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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