Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frontline, artist - Pouya. Date of issue: 22.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Frontline |
| 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 nobody 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 fuck 'em anyway (duck em every day) |
| Fuck up out my way |
| I hope I die a legend |
| Cause I want to inspire |
| Lil jits that never been shit |
| That were too scared to be on that… |
| 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 |
| I’m with this shit and you not |
| I got yo bitch on my cock |
| You are not ready for war |
| We gone come through and kick open your door (x2) |
| Door door fucking these whores 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 shit and you not |
| I got yo bitch on my cock |
| You are not ready for war |
| We gone come through and kick open your door |
| Fucking these hoes |
| Getting that money like never before |
| Call my nigga Pouya come and scoop me in the lot |
| (In the lot) |
| See my nigga Krez and Germ they got 350 on the sack |
| And my nigga Nicki with it pourin' duces in the back |
| UA Buffet Boys |
| We eating motherfucker thats a fact |
| We getting thrown nigga |
| She smoking strong nigga |
| Fresh off the tory recruited like 50 hoes with us |
| I fuck that chick for banquet |
| That bitch is yours nigga |
| 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' niggas 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 niggas ride for their gang |
| East side to side like a train |
| We underground gettin payed |
| These fame started with fake |
| No conversation less niggas eating like 30k over date |
| No Grammy nomination but nigga my hotline ringing like Drake |
| Don’t pass the nigga no mace |
| My congregation is shaped |
| Dont need yo music we straight |
| My niggas 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 niggas is safe |
| 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 |
| I’m with this shit and you not |
| I got yo bitch on my cock |
| You are not ready for war |
| We gone come through and kick open your door (x2) |
| Door door fucking these whores 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 shit and you not |
| I got yo bitch on my cock |
| You are not ready for war |
| We gone come through and kick open your door |