Lyrics:
could go back just once
Man I miss the old New York, I'll fuck around and get fronts
You kids front like you tough but you snitching
You'll do anything
to leave, leave, leave u
You used to write me sweet poems
Leave 'em right at my front door
Giving me back rubs even when I didn't ask for 'em
You bathed
biker shorts
Were creeping up the front
I could see her uterus
Her pants were too tight
She musn't own panties
There were none in sight
She walked
rejoice
In the colour of day
When you see the truth
Take a step to the front
To the brunt of youth
Understand what they mean
When they say the words
Front on me I go for broke, smoke with me it’s toe for toe
Joke with me in front of his cabin I’ll make an open joke
Oops I told joke twice, but that’s
With the front of my hatredcopter
I fly a gigantic monster
I am captain, evil stomper
I get to wear big black helmet
I pilot the hatredcopter
I
the front
Before I catch you in a lie
You forget my name
But you say it every night
'Til the end, 'til the end of time
Actin like you don't know
lookin' at you,
That thing is good, good good good
I can't help myself around you,
I wanna do everything
I ain't gonna front, I'm up front
Blatant 'bout
I've got too much in front of me
And not enough left behind
I've got too much in front of me
I didn't leave enough behind
I can hear the devil
into that capsule
I want y'all to come up to the front of the stage
And grab me a shot of something along the way
Put a smile on the front of your
you a loudmouth, trying to wild out
And we see just how you laying and we peeped yo' style out
(You a punk) When you chilling out in front of your
the same ginet that Romeo faces
Cause I'm too concerned with my Enhomeostasis
The DJ front and center and the sooner he flips
You'll be freeze framin till
the waitress from the IHOP
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that
waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side
Them polly country boy,
Stay
Send me 'round to the back door. Front won't let me in
It's hard to keep being peaceful when these kind of days don't
end
Things will get
Take away your daughters, don't stand in front of me
Take away your young boys, I know where I'm supposed to be
Don't ask me to tell you about
stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
Fangles in my head, shake the song off
Another manic
Couldn't slang crack, O.G.'s do that
So money hungry wouldn't front me a sack
That's why the old timers keep gettin' jacked
I'm full time bangin' ain't no
I was crossing the snow fields
In front of the capital building
It was Christmas and I was alone
Strange city
Strangers for friends
I was
Your country raised you, your country fed you
And just like any other country it will break you
On front line send you, tax the hell out you
And just
[Hook]
Lil busta, front and I'll shoot ya
Run up, put the gun up to ya
Act like you don't know that I shoot ya
I bang - bang, bang that ass (nigga)
that we talk
The way that we walk
It's there in our thoughts
The magic number is in front of me
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
So easily
different sets
Started sparkin' 'em
I had the fourteen gauge
My nigga Larken then
How it made front page
He caught a spark from them
He got gauged
of 'The Minstrel Show'
I wanna thank y'all for watchin' this shit
I ain't gon' front, only reason I took this job
'Cause I need the money, I don't need, yo,
jello
Anything for me she want it
Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front
She got more ass than a team of donkeys
Itty bitty
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