Lyrics:
Got bitches in the back and the ballers in the front
In the kitchen with a batch counting dollars up for lunch
Ziploc bags got the product by
up
Keep it real, don't front, I am not the rest and this game really doesn't mean much
By the way you act I know you haven't seen much
Remember you
your way pa
If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move
I'm seduced by the chrome, it's
Now, now, back it up, girl, back it up, girl
Back it up, girl, back it up, girl
Woo, woo, woo, yo, yo
Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo
Bring it
Now, now, back it up, girl, back it up, girl
Back it up, girl, back it up, girl
Woo, woo, woo, yo, yo
Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo
Bring it
on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me
on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin'
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
shit
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With
scheme
Plottin' on my team, I don't really think so
We bout to knock your wig off and use you as a mink coat
Cause I don't front, I'm getting backed up by
by god full on the lips
I'm in the front row (I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries)
The front row with popcorn (One by one minute I want
on a peloton
This blow is turn by turn
It's dark now my shine will come
When you make your list don't front
You better put my name in the front
No smoke without
ain't dope like me
Fall back! Ya' bitches ain't talk like me
If you wan't war, bring it to your front door
Fall back! Ya' niggas ain't hot like me
Fall
front
Wanna good time? Gonna give you what you want
Can I hear a hey? Hey
Now get a yo? Yo
Followed by a
We wanna smoke dope
We wanna smoke dope
Back
The back, the front
Look at the side to side
The side to side
No you can't get with this
'Cus we matched on Tinder
Karaoke time
Sing a song by Hinder
Hips
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
movie out 'em
We by the bar with the Cris
Gorillas in the mist
You muthafuckas tryna front
I go bananas with the clips
Got a hollow tip habit
I'll
follows directions well by gosh I love sexin her.
From the back, from the front,
from the side I wanna fuck her with the lights on.
From the back, from
your own
Oya give me waist
Give me back
Give me front
Oya give me waist
Give me back
Give me front
Oya give me waist
Give me back
Give me front
Aye
Here we go
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo clap clap, Juggalo clap clap
Juggalo clap clap, juggalo clap
Ever since a young man
Never took shit from no man
Front hand, back hand to the gunman
Van damn, sun tan, no we not fam
You
Ever seen the blood drip
All you gotta is time it
All you gotta is time it
Clutch balantsi
I could go back
I could go front
I could go back
I could go front
One thing I’m not
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