front page - young sizzle lyrics
[verse 1]
no, i do not live my life on a budget
open them lips, ho, your face, i’ma f-ck it
shawty runnin’ straight through the money, i truck it
real sh-t, 300k for my bucket
handle your business, lil’ baby, you yucky
we get that chicken, i count it and pluck it
let off a hundred, if he live, he lucky
eighty-five hundred my pound, and it’s musty
p-ssy been ran through, keep that dusty
water my neck, turn your b-tch to a bustin’
if that sh-t bleed every month, i can’t trust it
young n-gga call a n-gga sprite and they rushin’
chopper gang k!llin’ everything, n-gga, hush
shawty goin’ in, on fire, on ugly
mixin’ biscotti with white runtz
she know i got it, yes, i stunt
nothin’ but exotic in my blunt
real big g, certified fund
night comin’ in and they ready to hunt
i’m really gettin’ it, a million a month
no, i’m not the n-gga that your b-tch hit one time
ar a midget, i rock saint laurent
[chorus]
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
this codeine be havin’ me trippin’ and sh-t
skeet in that p-ssy, she thick as a b-tch
raw that lil’ p-ssy, i sushi’d it, rich
somebody tell him he die for a diss
laughin’ like how in the f-ck did you miss?
i won’t give nothing but money a kiss
perc’, perc’, perc’, perc’, percocet itch
perc’, perc’, perc’, perc’, percocet itch
[verse 2]
i get this money, b-tch, know that it’s bomin’
i just blew 200k on my youngin
tell them lil’ b-tches don’t play with my money
pull up, i buck with the k and i’m drummin’
jeep on supercharge, yes, it’s hummin’
count up a hundred while i spread the hummus
your watch insane, but sh-t, my wrist the dumbest
ig, she lit, but in life, she the bummest
booger my rollie, pour four in a liter
i get this money, ho, follow the leader
f-ck on her once, chop her down and delete her
know these lil’ b-tches be dyin’ to meet him
know these lil’ b-tches be dyin’ to eat him
rolls with the royce, yes, i forgi’d the feet up
too many n-ggas that wanna defeat him
trust on a b-tch, no, no, no, we don’t need ’em
heard you ain’t cashin’ out nothin’, that’s a big lease
spent 10k for the double-c d-ck fleece
knock a n-gga off, that’s the way you make sh-t cease
straight to the trash if my air force 1’s crease
i spend a bag on my family, f-ck friends
never was datin’, lil’ ho, we was f-ck friends
said that you’re ’bout it, lil’ n-gga, then buck then
know that b-tch tellin’, go give ’em a buck-ten
[chorus]
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
front page him, road rage him
this codeine be havin’ me trippin’ and sh-t
skeet in that p-ssy, she thick as a b-tch
raw that lil’ p-ssy, i sushi’d it, rich
somebody tell him he die for a diss
laughin’ like how in the f-ck did you miss?
i won’t give nothing but money a kiss
perc’, perc’, perc’, perc’, percocet itch
perc’, perc’, perc’, perc’, percocet itch
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