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frontline - don krez lyrics

[verse 1: pouya]
yuh, yuh
all my shows packed down like la streets
counting money till my fingers are weak
i do not speak, i do not eat
with n0body except me and my team
in my fat black range rover yeah flip over
picking hoes up
just to bring ’em down love to see ’em cry
you are not a friend of mine
don’t need no one to defend me
my soul is feeling real empty
these hoes don’t make me too happy
but i’ll f-ck ’em anyway (duck em every day)
f-ck up out my way
i hope i die a legend
cause i want to inspite
lil jizz stain never been sh-t
thats why you scared to be on that…

[chorus: pouya]
frontline, frontline, frontline
you know i, you know i, bust my bust my bust my
up on that up on that frontline, frontline, frontline
you know i, you know i, bust my, bust my, bust my

[hook: pouya]
i’m with this sh-t and you not
i got yo b-tch on my c-ck
you are not ready for war
we gone come through and kick open your door (x2)
door door f-cking these wh0r-s getting that money like never before bang on me once ima settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score)
cause…
i’m with this sh-t and you not
i got yo b-tch on my c-ck
you are not ready for war
we gone come through and kick open your door
f-cking these hoes
getting that money like never before
[?]

[verse 2: issa gold]
call my n-gga pouya come and scoop me in the lot
(in the lot)
see my n-gga krez and germ they got 350 on the sack
and my n-gga nicki with it pourin’ duces in the back
ua buffet boys
we eating motherf-cker thats a fact
we getting thrown n-gga
she smoking strong n-gga
fresh off the tory recruited like 50 hoes with us
i f-ck that chick for banquet
that b-tch is yours n-gga
she love to kiss you repair she
gives me her soul sinna
(soul sinna)
uh
bet they know we a fact
ain’t showing up with no racks
my operation in tact
ain’t cuttin’ n-ggas no slack
got white hoes on my sack
who said they never go black?
we ain’t want your hoe take her back
we pick ’em out we dont shack
my n-ggas ride for their gang
east side to side like a train
we underground gettin payed
these fame started with fake
no conversation less n-ggas eating like 30k over date
no grammy nomination but n-gga my hotline ringing like drake
don’t p-ss the n-gga no mace
my congregation is shaped
dont need yo music we straight
my n-ggas never relate
we tour the globe
we ain’t foreign hoes
and we blow it down by the plate
we living slow no criminals
but don’t mean you n-ggas is safe

[chorus: pouya]
frontline, frontline, frontline
you know i, you know i, bust my, bust my, bust my
up on that up on that frontline, frontline, frontline
you know i, you know i, bust my, bust my, bust my

[hook: pouya]
i’m with this sh-t and you not
i got yo b-tch on my c-ck
you are not ready for war
we gone come through and kick open your door (x2)
door door f-cking these wh0r-s getting that money like never before bang on me once i’ma settle the score (bang on me once ima settle the score)
cause…
i’m with this sh-t and you not
i got yo b-tch on my c-ck
you are not ready for war
we gone come through and kick open your door

- don krez lyrics

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