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celine frames - big30 lyrics

[intro]
blrrrd
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
big blrrrd
ayy, i got
uh, uh, dead aim
uh, uh, celine frames
blrrrd, blrrrd
(run it back, playboi)

[chorus]
i got seven cars (seven), seven chains (seven), dead aim (blrrrd)
pop out (out), racks on me, celine frames (frames)
i stand on murder (murder), these n*ggas know i bring pain (pain)
i’m team splat (splat), knock sh*t back, i seen brains (brains)
this ain’t no scat (scat), got hips and thighs on this h*llcat (skrrt, skrrt)
widebody (skrrt), turn off the track, get nasty when i sn*tch
got that get*back (back), smoke on paw nasty, turned him to a pack (a pack)
i stand on wax (wax), keep playin’ with nuski, watch somethin’ else get whacked (get whacked)
[verse]
can’t lie, i cried (cried), wipin’ my tears, loadin’ up that drac’ (that drac’)
tеars fallin’, hopin’ the clip don’t catch my dna (my dna)
i’m spazzin’ out (out), like, f*ck this switch, he gotta feel this k (this k)
it’s friday night, on his block latе, got a show the next day
you got me lost (lost), you p*ssed me off, let them p*ssies get off (get off)
me versus me (thirtball), i’m stuck between bein’ a shooter or boss
i’m crackin’ seals (wock’) while sheddin’ tears like i got a dry cough (what? what?)
and we put sh*t under (under), it’s only right i put you in that wall (in that wall)
i fiend murder (murder), these n*ggas know i mean murder (murder, murder)
ever catch me loafin’ (murder, murder), cut me open, i bleed murder (murder)
black draco, century arms (blrrrd), flippin’ sh*t like a cheeseburger (blrrrd, blrrrd)
we heavily armed (armed), can’t name a chopper we ain’t heard of (blrrrd)
my b*tch by my side through thick and thin, i don’t want for nothin’ (know what i’m sayin’?)
i’ma get it together (‘gether), stop the bullsh*t, cut out the pluggin’ (blrrrd)
’cause i can’t even stomach just the thought of my lil’ b*tch f*ckin’
and she know how it get ’bout the smallest sh*t, it get ugly (get ugly)
lord know i love my kids (kids), about ashton, go at the preacher (preacher)
’bout realan, take out the teacher (the teacher), play with riley and meet the reaper (the reaper)
don’t play ’bout camille and nesha (at all), same sh*t go for talisha (on god)
’bout big rod, send you to god (blrrrd), it’s strictly murder ’bout my people, blrrrd, blrrrd

- big30 lyrics

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