We Both Frontin' Lyrics - Singles - Harlem World

Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game you know 

And I see that it's a lot a niggas that's just frontin' 

Basically, ya know what I mean? 

Yo, I'm doin' 150 wildin' headin' out to City Island 

I see this shorty with the pretty smile and 

Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in your navel 

Actin' like it cost nine G's 

A real fine queen, eyes was light green 

And had a tattoo written in Chinese 

Only 25, spent her money wise 

Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size 

Damn, you got some funny eyes 

Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot 

You could catch me at the rink a lot 

But enough about me ma, you look amazing, are you Haitian? 

I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven live in New Haven 

'Till I find the right man, my virginity I'm savin' 

The things I was sayin', honey might be blazin' 

I took her to the Days Inn, of course, she gave in 

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? 

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?) 

Uh, uh, I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club 

With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed 

Shit bug, how I lay up and sip Bud 

You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood 

'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 

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 

I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater 

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 

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? 

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?) 

Hey, yo, Huddy? In the door waiter, give me four 

Bitches they adore from here to Wichita 

I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats 

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 while you sippin' on Crisco 

I'm at the disco reminiscin' on 'Frisco, and this go 

To honeys who be knowin' your name, knowin' your fame 

Know you rock a Rolley and chain but it don't stop, so get-it, get-it 

The Huddy hit-it, hit-it she saw my ice, she was really wit it 

She wanna settle down, be committed 

She saw the drop with the TV's in it shit, I gotta pay this hoe a visit 

Oh no, boo boo, you won't be payin' 

Anything over here except the rent 

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? 

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?) 

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? 

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?) 

Yeah, you know you wanna be over here 

Fake ass, yeah