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the ghetto dynasty - stop frontin' lyrics

[intro]
ah… yeah, yeah, ah yeah! oh yeah, yeah
yeah baby, check it out, this is k+flex down with the ghetto dynasty
this one goes out strictly for the females out there, frontin’ like you got it goin’ on, but we know you got it goin’ wrong, baby!
frontin’ like you roll in a benzo, we know you roll in a yugo
tryin’ to get a brother to buy you a steak, baby, i got two chicken pot pies and a syrup sandwich for ya
so all you females, peep game and check it out like this here
check it out

[verse 1]
it’s like check three+four, check, this is k+flex
it’s the original dope individual here to send you a message
ain’t no need for guessin’, no fussin’, no need for wonderin’
gotta send a message to all the people that’s frontin’
and no matter who you are, my enemies or my foes
my homegirls, my homeboys, my lady friends or you stank hoes
you need to know that you can’t hang with my clique
you ain’t none of my homies, because you’re phony baloney
so whether you’re man or a woman, you can’t be frontin’ and frontin’
because you’re hummin’ and bummin’, you know your food stamps are comin’
and all you hoochies in the hood, you think you’re foolin’ a man
when you’re runnin’ around town, actin’ faker than breast implants
you say you roll and go away with that drama
go away, i don’t play, i know you stay with your mama
the people think that you’re rollin’, you got a purse full of tokens
and they don’t know that you’re strollin’ and that you’re broke as a joke
and you do not know where you’re goin’ (why?), your money ain’t flowin’
you’re trippin’, flippin’ the cone, and straight up skeezin’ and hoein’
and if you’re lookin’ for a buster, baby, i’m not your man
and if you don’t understand, you need to talk to the hand
now sing it!
[chorus]
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’) stop frontin’, sister
(you’re broke as a joke) you need to stop that frontin’, baby
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’) stop frontin’, sister
(you’re broke as a joke) because you’re broke as a joke, yeah
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’) stop frontin’, sister
(you’re broke as a joke) check it out

[verse 2]
me and my cousins be thuggin’, girls givin’ me lovin’ and rubbin’
kissin’ and huggin’, they buggin’ because their husbands ain’t nothin’
they’re steadily frontin’ and wantin’ a brother comin’ with somethin’
i’m givin’ you nothin’ but humpin’, bumpin’ and grindin’, i’m fine with it
and when you go to the mall, you can’t do nothin’ but browse
and you got government housing, and kids by the thousands
you buy a brand new outfit on the 1st and 15th
you get no respect, pimpin’ your babies for wic checks
no matter who you are, make sure your babies are fed
if you a skeezer, gig monster, hood rat or a chicken head
you gotta get it together, no matter whether endeavours get better
you’re packin’ [?] and jackin’ for jetta
brothers be slangin’ and bangin’, girlies be thankin’ and gankin’
and when the brothers be slangin’, the girlies’ booties be swingin’
and i see you at the club, frontin’ with your mobile phone
and at the end of the evening, you hum and bum in a ride home
the fact of the matter is you be workin’ the streets
you’re either over by big feet (yeah), or down by the dixie (word)
slingin’ gucci falluci [?], you stinkin’ hoochie
ain’t hittin’ for nothin’, you need to quit all that frontin’
now sing it!
[chorus]
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’) stop frontin’, sister
(you’re broke as a joke) because you’re broke as a joke, yeah
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’)
(you’re broke as a joke) yeah (one more time)
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’) yeah
(you’re broke as a joke) i said you’re broke as a joke, yeah
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’) yeah, stop frontin’, sister
(you’re broke as a joke) because you’re broke as a joke, yeah
(you’re broke, and you need to stop frontin’) stop frontin’, sister
(you’re broke as a joke) because you’re broke as a joke, yeah

[outro]
oh yeah, baby, so ain’t nothin’ wrong with being broke as a joke
just don’t front like you got it goin’ the other way
ain’t nothin’ wrong with eatin’ a government cheese sandwich
warm that sandwich up and eat that government cheese, girl
ain’t nothin’ wrong with that
just don’t front like you got it goin’ on
so why you walkin’ around the club with your mobile phone?
you know that phone ain’t on, stop frontin’, baby
so what you need to do, just give me a call on monday
and i’ll give you a ride down to the food stamp office

- the ghetto dynasty lyrics

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