Lyrics:
the plug you'll end up sad and lonely
On your couch in the hotspot front row
Think you're a hero and you really want the world to know
I'll be your
fronts just to
Stab me in the back because my shit bumps
It's like acne on a track
You fraternize with wacker guys
You liars got me appetized
My rhythm
people that are
Trying to get they debts paid
Girls in the front
To the dudes trying to get laid
See the truth is
Your brain's a muscle - use it
Call us
under pressure no i can’t
I can’t let em stop me I don’t got no time to waste
Get out the way y’all
In the front I can’t fall
You should prolly
Yeah
When your friends become haters with a front row seat
And you find yourself ignoring all the girls of your dreams
Nose bleed court views my
Expensive Guccis
Got a rucksack on my back
That can double that
Where we at?
Sky height we leveling
Front page on whats the name
Got a plaque on my wall
nothin' but net
You just a swinger
You fuck wit' everybody, don't you pussy?
You niggas chuckin' everybody
Know you cookies
Bust yo shit 'front
metaphoric
You can suck my whole entire
Dick and front to
Back if you still frontin' on the kid
I'm above all your control
Man it's something like a shift
What
been tryna go platinum
Since mister Peliquin had me read my
Shit up in front the class
Knew I'd get the plaque platinum
Look I orchestrated this whole
shit is just
A front for your self-consciousness
You compare all your streams
To Webbys and Watskys
Never sever, we're stuck together
We're heavy epoxy
Pants saggin' cause they too loose to fit
I'm torcherous
Grab a hammer and nail for your front door and board it shut
I stare deep in ya eyes, rip out
they seem
Faker than a hoe's butt
And I ain't front like I was from the ghetto
Dawg but I keep my G pass by my metro card
New York taught if me if you're
get snuck thinkin' that
I'm not that nigga
Imma ghost feelin' kinda crazed
With nine-inch blades up in
Front of y'all throats
Every one of y'all jokes
pop up often
Almost put me in front of my pop pop's coffin
Make a motherfucker feel like he dropped off fallin'
Towards a Bad Place, a Bleak sitch,
(What?)
I wouldn't know this shit if it was
Standing right in front of me (yeah, yeah)
Take that, I never wanted to waste that
I just want a place to feel
the ceiling
Put it all on the frontline
Put it all on the front line!
My heart's been awakened, my heart's been awakened,
All my life I've been waiting oh oh
I will not tolerate this society anymore, come on!
Now get the fuck from in front of me!
V.I.P.'s like you ain't nothing but a pain in everybodies
front
That's real shit
Inveja delas make you look flexin'
Essa lealdade make you look sexy
Não interessa se não tens um good past
Dick entende
can work wonders while all them others stumble down
Girl relax, girl relax
Don't front let's just be honest now
You can show me how
Keep me so close
j'tourne en rond
Pis je compte les murs de mon salon
J'ai la plaie de lit de collée dans le front
Mais c'est pas comme si j'faisais rien de bon
the front (you ain't see it)
He wanna fuck, read his mind like I'm Avant (I know)
Got a sack, so I stunt
I've been up, ain't been asleep in 'bout a month
He’s picking up daisies that you left in your front yard
The postman delivered but your words were still too far
You know he wanted it, he really
I want that messed up love
One that my parents won't
Tolerate, I want them to hate it
I wanna get too drunk
Accidentally show you up
In front
globe for coronavirus
And RIP the victims, praise the front-liners
But when this shit is over with
We gon' admit the culture sick?
Let me know, man, fuck
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