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tabi bonney - frontin lyrics

[verse 1: tabi bonney]
i’m a hustler, peddler –pusher
salt n’ pepper, i don’t know how to tell her
but she look better, yes sir — i’m leaving
treason, guilty — red-handedly filthy, explicit
get it, police pay a visit like never
sketchers, all of them around us
cooked like a flounder
booked, read them off the breaker
no look p-ss placer, don’t fake
buckets

[verse 2: tabi bonney]
flush it, evidence is gone
eatin’ my custard like what’s wrong
accustomed to winning
been denied corner like a loaner
next week i’m hanging with wynona ryder
get my driving shoes out the dryer
they don’t belong, like you on a flyer
finished up my custard like what’s wrong
if you a superstar, they can’t deny ya’
prove them bamas’ wrong, if not, they just gonna’ call you a liar

[verse 3: tabi bonney]
fishing, she told me that she miss me
could it be that i was up on tv, miss me
herb like tim duncan, never
forever i be pumpin’ like cocaine propeller planes in bad weather
gettin’ it, me and lou — we high top kickin’ it
me and london michael, right-side drive, whippin’ it
yeah, i know it’s sickenin’ — barf
creating this type of living is an art

- tabi bonney lyrics

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