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killaz outta frayser - frayser click lyrics

[hook: (k!ll*k!llers outta frayser that’s ? x4
buster hoe, buckle up x4) x2

drop him* drop him dead on that back and put that pistol in his mouth
now that’s what i’m talkin bout
now that’s what i’m talkin bout] x2

[verse 1}
?
? and my cousin go to chevy thang
evergreen, murder scene
heard a ding, bring a ? drop off a buster with my motherf*cking thang ? stang
b*tch you ? reaper and our robberies doing more dirty ?
i know b*tch you better proceed cause i’m in need of cheese please b*tch
do it with ?
hollow point tips in my clip when they rip to your hip ? by the wood grain grip
pretty got a smith and wesson teach a lesson with a deadly ? take you on a robbery trip
n*ggas getting robbed and jacked, bodies been had throat slit
automatic for this status 17 shots from a motherf*cking glock, knock knock b*tch
robbery is the choice, it’s the voice of the ? n*ggas rob a b*tch
body of a victim in a body bag ? cause i stick them quick
you don’t wanna be the robber cause you say it ain’t no three
when i rob with them glocks ? on them kilos and boxes i’ll show your ass out with ?
sirens of them po*pos them slow hoes we gag those
‘nother michigan plate robbing b*tches so sweet
still ready to creep through the streets on the go
day another dollar grab a b*tch by his collar
a handful of stash cash meeting up dividend
choke him and break him, smoke him and take him out
evergreen’s tryna rid the motherf*cking*
[hook: (k!llaz outta frayser that’s ? x4
buster hoe x4, buster boe buckle up x2)

k!llaz outta frayser that’s ? x2

drop him dead, drop him dead on that back and put that pistol in his mouth
now that’s what i’m talkin bout
now that’s what i’m talkin bout]

[verse 2]:
no reason why we try to make that cash in advance
a man’s perfect plan when his deadly ?
steady petty cheese witching these bigger bucks
growing flowing from the stang
taking from you ? ducks
boo hoo what you do*hoo when you victimized by the clip
show your ass, flash your cash, pimping we gon’ watch them slip
staying krunk from the ? chiefing creeping to the spot
g and me and dividends gon’ triple s we make you hot
smoked out loc’d in the alley with the glocks c*cked
serving splurging player haters making b*tches body drop
am i any hoe to dope together make me wanna clown
redrum on my mind but first we just gon’ lay em down
hitting on the dope, as we grab the masks so quickly
gloves and a black coat, now you know it’s on, g
gold and notorious now what’s up with it player
splurge, i heard them f*cking k!llers outta frayser
[hook: (k!llers outta frayser that’s ? x4
buster hoe, buckle up x4) x2

drop him dead, drop him dead on that back and put that pistol in his mouth
now that’s what i’m talkin bout
now that’s what i’m talkin bout]

{verse 3]:
cl!cking back the ninas and the 45s never making a sound as we creeping up from behind
caught you funky b*tches slipping on the ?
now lay down all your profits hold that quarter pound and all your crack
trifling ass n*ggas how you figure you cannot be touched
you dropped off what we wanted and the hollow tips and stanky mush
see your ass in h*ll cause you fell ? you tested the game
tizzy b*tch ass motherf*cker burnt by the frayser flame
bl**dy murder, bl**dy crime seeping out my wicked mind
notorious to scandalous to criminal you recognize
b*tch when does this end i ? take your soul
p*o*p, i*n*d clip it’s the gangsta ?
mc money robbing mobbing b*tches and we on the creep
deep for the nine five and hoe you bet not go to sleep
your dollar signs caught our eyes we rob you for your cash hoe
? now we in the wind hoe

[outro]:
yeah, real motherf*cking k!llers out the heart of frayser
taking no shortage, no motherf*cking losses
and making all you hoes drop it off when you get caught slipping
and for you hoes who don’t know what time it is
watch your motherf*cking back for the motherf*cking demons out to get all you got
even if it means your life and soul

[hook: (k!llers outta frayser that’s ? x4
buster hoe, buckle up x4) x2

drop him* drop him dead on that back and put that pistol in his mouth
now that’s what i’m talkin bout
now that’s what i’m talkin bout] x4

- frayser click lyrics

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