Lyrics:
throwin' money like they paid me for that shit, hold up!
Started in the back now I'm that nigga in the front
Shorty want the real and I'mma give her what she
they don't want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'
As long as you
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some n****s on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
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
Reebok's by the front door, kickboxing
Que más da, solo quiero tu amor
Si ayer te dije que nunca más
Volvería amarte así
Pero sigues clavada en mi
Te
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
the soldiers I see him slain
It's one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut down
For keeping to the Torah laws
I pay with my warm blood now
My name is
motherfuckers no I chase the stack I can't relax until I'm up front
What's good motherfuckers that's right it's Tru bludd back and this bitch come stuntin
Hate
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
napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber
You have never left
My cloud by day
And the fire that leads me by night
I don't know the path in front of me
But I know you're by my side
My cloud by
and gentleman I apoligize for the fusion
(T.I.P.)
what the f.... fuck dem man you better holla at me
(T.I.)
see if you called back trap muzik you had a problem
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha
killy we gon shoot his front down
Now I change my flow how I change my sound
Get down bet you bust it all down
Now I gotta hit it down all rounds
I was
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
By the grace of God (there was no other way)
I picked myself back up (I knew I had to stay)
I put one foot in front of the other and I
Looked in
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
Yeah the TV and the truck I got on credit.
And I got that girl with a little old Woolworth
I dey smoke Hennessy and I dey sip loud
Moti lo far, for my front I dey see cloud
Some dey look into my face, them dey see clown
But emi rira mi nibi
The back, the front
Look at the side to side
The side to side
No you can't get with this 'cause we matched on Tinder
Karaoke time, sing a song by
the back of your body to the center, then back through to the front as you exhale. Squeeze your internal organs by continuing your exhale and bringing your
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
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