2DaFront

Play that one more time smalls If it ain't bout the money, what we talkin' bout? (what, what) Bitch I'm from a city where they chalk it out Lil bro got it for the low He'll pull up, but he will not get out Winters icy, shit get dicey when them shots get out Bands in a Benz with a gun Bitches in the bed, shit get fun If I see the feds, I'm gon' run Told her I can't read her, Fahrenheit 451 Asked if I had to feed her, she just said she want some rum I should start a band, all these notes, sticks, and drums If I ever said it then you know that it's done I might have to jet it, it look good through the phone Now I'm on to All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front Check came, give a f*ck about a blue one Inquiring about the plug, I thought you knew one? How could I lose? If I play to 3, it's gon be 2-1 How could you ever know what to say and ain't been through none? What's going on? What you talkin bout? Slide down in that hellcat, finna burn it out Young nigga get so high, he just percin' out Told her leave me alone, we can't work it out And I'm on that All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front All the bitches bad to the front