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missing - pi'erre bourne & frazier trill lyrics

[intro: frazier trill]
know you doing yo thang (trill)
you feel me? hahaha (yessir)
smoke big gas
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: frazier trill]
going crazy in this b*tch, hopping out, drip (drip)
took my money in the club, tell that n*gga tip (tip)
b*tches tryna f*ck with me, i tell that b*tch “strip” (strip)
n*gga tryna hate on me, i let that b*tch rip
hopping out the latest sh*t, n*ggas talking crazy sh*t
pull up on that 80’s sh*t, home in*f*cking*vasion sh*t

[chorus: frazier trill]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i remember when a n*gga didn’t miss sh*t (didn’t miss sh*t)
we was shooting out the car and we weren’t missing (bow*bow*bow)
yeah, yeah, he want smoke and he went missing (he went missing)
i pull up, pshh, think that n*gga missing (he missing, yeah, yeah)
man, that n*gga tripping (boy, he tripping)
pull up on you, leave you missing (missing, bow*bow*bow)
yeah, i think he tripping (i think he tripping)
yeah, i’ma pull up, leave you missing (leave him missing)

[verse 2: frazier trill]
leave him missing, yeah
got so much sh*t i can’t even speak on
n*ggas talking sh*t but we won’t even see holmes
n*gga, talk is cheap, we ’bout to sweep the streets
n*gga, play for keeps
know i gotta get it like i’m ‘posed to
n*ggas hating on me, were they hating on the old you?
n*ggas switch team, cooking up weed
his b*tch wanna f*ck with me, i’m smoking on some weed
i’m selling dope today, i’m trapping everyday
these n*ggas hate, okay, i’m pushing up with yae
[verse 3: bermuda yae]
huh, i’m pushing up with trill, know what’s going, having m&m’s
all off in that field, know my n*gga really gonna drill
pouring out the seal, know them youngins not drinking beer
bad b*tch over her, yeah, my song, know she wanna hear
can’t f*ck with no queers, know my n*gga dripping in moncler
not having no fears, no, lil yae, he taking flags for real
she wanna f*ck on the gang, somebody send that lil ho a lyft over here
bands made it through the mail, young n*gga not even playing, we serve it for real, huh

[outro: frazier trill]
woo, woo (yeah), woo, woo (yeah)
woo, woo (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah ([?] n*gga, it’s my turn)
it’s trill!

- pierre bourne frazier trill lyrics

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