Lyrics:
Comme des revenants de guerre
Comme des revenants du front
Ils ont la peur aux yeux
Ils ont la ride au front
Comme des jeunes vieux
Ils marchent le
we bounce from the front to the back
All of my DJ should've known that
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain't holding back
Different girls, different
swish
I run a business, you runnin' your lip
Back and forth between ATL so much
I been thinkin' 'bout gettin' fronts
Nowadays, no loyalty
They stab
it steal my face
Now I embrace
So what's in front of me
Right in front of me
It's only a trust fall
Into the arms of all
Love is a blessed
The One who made the blind to see
Is moving here in front of me, moving here in front of me
The One who made the deaf to hear
Is silencing my
got an elevator
On the water front so yeah I outgha front /
Still times I feel like carring chrome or cheating the system like im merriam jones /
with 'em
Care for 'em, be more than 'hi' and 'bye' with 'em
It's been a while, I can't front like I ain't phased
She was my reality check cuz we
1959
My name is on the front door, they call me 205
And man you can't imagine, the things that happen here
I've seen my share of laughing and I've
the front
Ain't no VIP, got nook in front, pockets got the mumps
Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung
Keep that on the tuck, it go
Mi caan believe seh you dweet
Baby a lie dem a tell pon me
Dat a di talk in a di street
Dem haffi prove it in front a me
Eeh, you and him deh,
'bout sittin' in a chair
On the front porch watchin'
I'm just now comin' up over the hill
And I got no plans of stoppin'
Cause the older I get
dip it low then flip it back to front and
Ooh, I like the way you got your eyes on me
Maybe we could work it, don't stop what you're doing though
Maybe
flew through the dash
The forecast was foggy, light drizzle, sky; cloudy
Lost control at the wheel, a front pole wrapped they Audi
It was televised,
Eight days a week yeah
Don't need to asleep
Eight days a week yeah
Up to the front
Just do what you want
Up to the
Up to the front
Just do what you want
You in the front row trying to diss, you make it part of the show
The right fist will make you part of the flow
No question I'm the answer for this,
And I don't like your atitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo'
No need, no need to ever burn out. I'm scorching and torching no time for front porching.
Hotter and hotter and hotter and hotter and hotter...
No need, no need to ever burn out. I'm scorching and torching no time for front porching.
Hotter and hotter and hotter and hotter and hotter...
floating to a Beverly center
All these is hot power above dealing style, my nigger
Post it up, front mess the titanium hustle, switch color
Most of them
(Ah, we would make a beautiful cover)
(The first shot, right up front man, I can see it now)
(We would be on the front smilin' man)
(Ah beautiful)
leffin har
Me nah run like trackstar
Thru di thick and thin she hav me front, she hav me back star
Believe me, me love how me living up star
She loves
die gleiche kalte Kotze
schwappt ihnen wieder aus dem Mund
sie marschieren nicht in der Reihe
doch die Front steht wie ein Mann
da, früher
Back to back, front to front, door to door
Everybody dance to the new sound rock and roll
Soul to soul. I bring it on down.
From the bottom
clothes for you to wear
Everything I have is standing here in front of you to see
All I have to offer you is me
Sweetheart I'll give you all my love in
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