Lyrics Front Bacc - LPB Poody

Front Bacc

Back front side side
I’m talkin bout front back side, side
What you wanna do (right)
Two feet down (oh)
Four five
I ain’t gonna talk about stepping bro I’ma keep it smooth
This the same feeling when Stella got back her groove
Poody quit playing cause stepping bro that’s all you do
Ay where you staying?
We swang it then you gotta move
You want them to do it or me better pick and choose
They got me madder then a bitch yeah they done blew a fuse
I’m finna make that boy famous and put him on the news
Cause if my life on the line I can’t fucking lose
She like to suck me while I drive I through the coup on cruise
I had to swerve to the side cause I almost hit a dude
Like scuurr, hit the curve and I don’t left a bruise
Get back in route and she proceed to eat my like some food
Like mhm it’s good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies
No I can’t stop her, she going, crazy
They say it’s murder, I don’t know, maybe
My destination ain’t too far I hit another corner
I jump out on the block it smell just like marijuana
When the crackas bend the curve they get to starin Dona
Cause if he jump I grab the reefa and flush out all the zona
But let me get back to myself and talk about this drip
Juice still in my cup but let’s not talk about the shit I spilled
This forty paying rent cause everyday it stay up on my hip
I do em nasty flip em like gymnastics 30 in this clip
Best believe me if I up it I’ma shoot it off the rip
Hustle in my blood you’d thing I’m some kin of nip
Flew in from the o now we in Cali had to take a trip
Get straight to business just like Frito Lay drop it off and then I dip
Like mhm it’s good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies
No I can’t stop her, she going, crazy
They say it’s murder, I don’t know, maybe
Mhm mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm mhm