Lyrics:
the bag)
Why these motherfuckers always in the front yard
Shootin' dice on the porch, them lil' niggas got them broads
Sale after sale, the cellphones
the same
It's a whole lot of rooms in this house
Ain't no room for shame
To my people on the front porch, front page, full of rage
Reaching through
your back
And watch your front because people be tryna front
I ain't got them kind of problems, never been the type to stunt
Where I'm from that gets
to see it all go down
Standing room only all the world will attend
Front row center to the ultimate end
Mankind constantly parading its flaws
Tangled in
we is)
I pulled up, hopped out right in front that bitch (right in front that bitch)
Kept my keys, I ain't want that valet touchin' my shit (ayy,
would always listen
Tryna make it happen
In front of Pooch building
Early in the morning I was waiting on a package (true story)
Global now, getting
me
Told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (whoa)
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah
Lambo purple but my new shit matte black,
what's good with tonight..
But please don't waste my time..
I'll be gentle, sweet and nice, but please don't waste my time..
Mikey:
No need to front
that game like it ain't jack
She's fat, black cat but she won't look back
Rollin this Viper, tryna entice her
Don't need a front but I likes to
Get
shining right in front of me
Tryin'a steal it from the sky before it leaves
Struggling is something that we shouldn't have to do
Just relax and take
I stepped in front of the car so he could see the hit
The look on his face was priceless
The bitch micro braids caught fire when the fifth
Put
gleiche kalte Kotze
Schwappt ihnen wieder aus dem Mund
Sie marschieren nicht in der Reihe
Doch die Front steht wie ein Mann
Ja, früher waren's die Juden
I want to meet you at that restaurant
The one you love it's got a pretty front
What a front
The girls are holding hands
It's a treat to indulge
what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
s***
Boohoo motherf***er what'cha cry for?
I'm that n**** that your b**** would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I f***ed her in
the club look in my direction
But you the one that I want, know you want the same thing
Why you tryna front in front of your friends' old hating ass?
They
days later them niggas died,
Niggas shootin' at the five is committin' a suicide!
I'm a murderous mad dog
That's the acronym
M.M.B. front on me
me sayin' a lot
But I know that God put you in front of me
So how the hell could you front on me
There's a thousand yous
There's only one of me
Blunt, and no I don't front like Zero
Who wears a chronic hat but always says no
But I say yes, and I get it off my chest
Bring the bo, bring the skunk,
found
Today I hoped
Today I heard
There's still no contact
Still no word
I want to hear the front door slam
I want you back to hold my hand
trail
'Til I saw where it led me to
Yeah, one foot in front of the other baby
And I came straight to you
Had this picture in my mind
Of someone
-- Look inside
I was blind and I couldn't see that was right in front of me
You could tell that I lived in a shadow
Locked away in my darkness
out
Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out
Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass
Gassed you up then slap you with my staff
I seen your
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