Lyrics:
session)
Guarantee you'd be there front row (in the front row)
I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay
And I'm not feeling great, not feeling great,
up and gun ya down
Fuck a bopper she a thot
I can't bring her to the spot
I can't bring you to the spot!
Don't front lil' mams, gimmie top
Whoa,
drive the car
Tadoe grab the thots
Tray Savage grab the MAC
Cap grab the bag
Throw bag, grab the front
This ain't what you want
Them my shorties
around on my mind every second
I'm under control till you're in front of me
Maybe I'm scared, I don't care, I'm addicted
I'm in it
And you say
Put
bitch, I'm tryna dial my baby mama
I don't need need a bad bitch, hoe I need some commas
Yeah, bring the money to the front door, uh
Junkies all
on the front plate (Front plate)
We jugg back on that cake (That cake)
Put it down around my way ('Round my waist)
We lace it up and stay fly (Stay fly)
why I'm always running your mind
Don't you see the answer's right in front of your eyes?
You like me, oh, obviously
So why you trying to leave when
could pick a pin and tumbler right in front of the guard
Out the front with another Picasso under his arm
Hit the city limit still exhibiting his inner
Doo, doo, doo
Lookin' out my back door
Just got home from Illinois
Lock the front door, oh, boy
Got to sit down
Take a rest on the porch
Imagination
She done come through the back with a Draco
No cash, ain't no onstage, hoe
Pan come through the front with the bankroll
She ring the bell and I was
Then I'ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
I'll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
She want the dick from the front (front)
She gon' make your boy give
They can say I can't sing
But right now I don't wanna know
Boy, I can't see
Everything in front of me
But baby I am ready to go
Anywhere you know
If I
His heart, his heart, his heart
Pictures in my mind before the truth
My mind
The rain is dripping real
You were speaking on the front
So there she stood in front of me with eyes painted bluer
Than the first day of the summer and the last sight of the moon
As the stars fell all
Running up them bands, I get money
I'm my own boss, I'm tryna front me
Foreign in the back, foreign in the front of me
A couple bands ain't enough for my
front door
A pair of Hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is
Ryu
You not with the shit why you
Front for those who don't matter
When they not thinking about you
If I learned anything
It would probably be
So there she stood in front of me with eyes painted bluer
Than the first day of the summer and the last sight of the moon
As the stars fell all
you realize it in front of your eyes?
This is love that I'm offering
Baby I don't come to discuss
Let me do ya, when I do ya cause I know you want me
at the condo in the twelfth floor
She say that she can't wait what you waitin fo'
Gone give the concierge yo info
And I'll be meeting you down at the front
When you see it, do you overload?
Do you feel like you should close your eyes?
Everybody to the great unknown
Feet first, jumping in front of the line
Step in front of a runaway train just to feel alive again
Pushing forward through the night, aching chest and blurry sight
It's so far, so far
Louisiana Saturday night
Waiting in the front yard sitting on a log
Single-shot rifle and a one-eyed dog
Yonder come the kinfolk, in the moonlight
a long as line
paid to get in and not a second before
a sucka looked me up and down at the front door
now I shined on and walked on in
but he kept
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