Текст песни Front Page - Southside

No, I do not live my life on a budget
Open them lips, ho, your face, I'ma fuck it
Shawty runnin' straight through the money, I truck it
Real shit, 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
Pussy been ran through, keep that dusty
Water my neck, turn your bitch to a bustin'
If that shit bleed every month, I can't trust it
Young nigga call a nigga Sprite and they rushin'
Chopper Gang killin' everything, nigga, 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 nigga that your bitch hit one time
AR a midget, I rock Saint Laurent

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 shit
Skeet in that pussy, she thick as a bitch
Raw that lil' pussy, I sushi'd it, rich
Somebody tell him he die for a diss
Laughin' like how in the fuck did you miss?
I won't give nothing but money a kiss
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I get this money, bitch, know that it's bomin'
I just blew 200K on my youngin
Tell them lil' bitches 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 shit, 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
Fuck on her once, chop her down and delete her
Know these lil' bitches be dyin' to meet him
Know these lil' bitches be dyin' to eat him
Rolls with the Royce, yes, I Forgi'd the feet up
Too many niggas that wanna defeat him
Trust on a bitch, 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 dick fleece
Knock a nigga off, that's the way you make shit cease
Straight to the trash if my Air Force 1's crease
I spend a bag on my family, fuck friends
Never was datin', lil' ho, we was fuck friends
Said that you're 'bout it, lil' nigga, then buck then
Know that bitch tellin', go give 'em a buck-ten

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 shit
Skeet in that pussy, she thick as a bitch
Raw that lil' pussy, I sushi'd it, rich
Somebody tell him he die for a diss
Laughin' like how in the fuck did you miss?
I won't give nothing but money a kiss
Perc', Perc', Perc', Perc', Percocet itch
Perc', Perc', Perc', Perc', Percocet itch