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D4L
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Front Street
作詞:Dennis Butler, Adrian Parks, Carlos Walker, Lafabian Williams
Woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bankhead, we ain't never scared You heard what Lil' Mark said D4L put it down, radio gotta play it 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Still on that front street Fuckin' with them young G's
Cicero, Martin Luther King Bankhead boys all down with me Harris home still my home County boys got them toys for y'all haters
[Incomprehensible] Can't pull my card, I'm Mookie B, the dope E mate Paper chasin', weildin' it, grab the mike And keep that motherfucker, stay crunk
Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah
Big trucks, big bucks, stunt man stay flexed up Ice on my wrist to my motherfuckin' neck up Y'all niggas ain't never heard of me Like that song called Shit Me Ain't too fly for a ki, lemme get that price to me
Hit me on my cell phone 44368 Posted on that front street Get there check and don't be late Label me the bad guy, cash flow it multiply Never seen so much money in my bank It stacked so high
Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah
That's front street, woah get geeked like O Like Stunt ain't got no rap give 'em 2 dollars Fabo I can pop like lo, make you bend your knees till your hips go Next time you think first before you run your lip, hoe
I was born Evangelist, see Bankhead ain't havin' it E for real, got the trap locked down They front street rappin' it 245's on that new Rov, oh Sucker you will die when that front street, woah
I pop, I roll, won't beat at the trap door And a hundred D4L fans runnin' through that back door Woah, woah, he'll do it now Woah, woah , she'll do it now
Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah
Swerve like this through that front street woah Range Rov, 24's with a pocket full of dough I'm lo, get â€~em lo, let 'em know, shoot a bow Oh no, D4L done walked through the door
And we high off dro, knockin' haters to the flo' Make a way to the bar for tha Cris and the Mo' Fabo geeked up, do your dance on a hoe He done popped another Sprewell spinnin' like O Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah
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