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Harlem World lyrics We Both Frontin lyrics [JD] Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game y'know (heh heh) And I see that it's alot a niggas that's just frontin' Basically, ya nahmean? [Blinky Blink] Yo, I'm doin' 150 wildin' (uh huh) Headin' out to City Island I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh) Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in your navel Actin' like it cost nine G's (c'mon) A real fine queen, eyes was light green (yeah) And had a tattoo written in Chinese Only 25, spent her money wise Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size [Stase] Damn, you got some funny eyes [Blink] Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm) You could catch me at the rink a lot (uh huh) But enough about me ma, you look amazing Are you Haitian? [Stase] I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven Live in New Haven (yeah) 'Till I find the right man, my virginity I'm savin' (uh huh) [Blink] The things I was sayin', honey might be blazin' I took her to the Days Inn, of course She gave in (c'mon) [Stase] 1 - No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know) And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit (Yeah, yeah so stop) I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist But why isn't no ice in this? [JD] Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair (No the fuck, you did not) You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear (Oh no boo, this was mine) In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me? Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard? (Basically?) [Loon] Uhh, uhh I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club (yea) With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed (uh huh) Shit bug, how I lay up and sip Bud You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood (c'mon) Cuz I get love yeah, where ever I go And I'd die for my niggas, but never no hoe So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed A brown skin mami, that's the wife I need (uh huh) Light that weed, front, nigga might just bleed I might just squeeze, matter of fact I might just leave Cuz I don't need a hoe that drink Moet by the liter If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither (ha ha) I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea) That's alright, let my wife, my crew meet her In other words, I need a chick off the meter The type that wild out when I eat her (c'mon) Repeat 1 [Huddy Combs] Hey, yo, Huddy? In the door (heyyyy) Waiter, give me four (heyyyy) Bitches they adore (heyyyy) From here to Wichita (heyyyy) I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats (uh huh) Where my niggas at? At the bar, where titties at You know I spend dough, get in clubs with Indo And bet my shit blow like a block on Crenshaw I'm poppin' Cris', hoe (uh huh) While you sippin' on Cisco, I'm at the disco Reminiscin' on 'Frisco, and this go To honeys who be knowin' your name, knowin' your fame (yea) Know you rock a Rolley and chain But it don't stop, so get-it, get-it The Huddy hit-it, hit-it (uh huh) She saw my ice, she was really wit it She wanna settle down, be committed (yea) She saw the drop with the TV's in it Shit, I gotta pay this hoe a visit [Stase] Oh no, Boo Boo You won't be payin' (what) Anything over here except the rent (c'mon) Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [JD] Yeah, you know you wanna be over here Fake ass, yeah Other Harlem World lyrics: 100 Sheisty S lyrics Across The Border lyrics Cali Chronic lyrics Crew Of The Year lyrics Family Crisis lyrics I Really Like It lyrics Meaning Of Family lyrics Minute Man lyrics Not The Kids lyrics One Big Fiesta lyrics Pointing Fingers lyrics You Made Me lyrics |