Front Row in LA lyrics

[Chorus]
Feelin' some way
She been on my mind all day
Can't wait to see her face to face

[Verse 1]
Yeah, big dawg, I'ma big dawg
I go big on big yeah, plus I did it for Big yeah
She on my di*k dawg, so many men call
This b*tch the wig
This b*tch the wig
Uh, uh, I'm in that Benz and it's loaded
Got that stack in that bag and that sh*t loaded
One minute she be in love yeah, 'cause I get that bag and I blow it
Yeah, uh bag on me, know a young n*gga got that bag on me
Fly like I got wings attached to me
I be poppin', 100 bands on me
Pour out the bottle yeah, my b*tch is a foreign lil' model
Yeah, she foreign, she f*ck wit' me vato yeah
A few hundred K on me, water yeah
Like 300K for my automobile
I am a fly n*gga from Summerhill
Plus some big rocks in my ear yeah, they like 20 thousand a pair
Yeah uh, she want the boy, yeah uh, next thang you know it
Yeah uh, we on tha floor, yeah, f*ckin' front row it
Yeah, gon' and add that up, I just went and juiced the Patek up, uh
Been had juice before I got a cup, these n*ggas mad we up, yeah
[Chorus]
Feelin' some way
She been on my mind all day
Can't wait to see her face to face

[Verse 2]
(Girl you know you are) fly as a plane, too much to cry or complain
f*ck her, and buy her some thangs, I been up high all day
I just might fly her to Spain, she chocolate like Reese's and pieces
I f*cked that b*tch in tha air on the PJ
She say she like when I eat it, she callin' me greedy
Hot like a stove wit' no heat on yeah, she want that shoulder to lean on
Some sh*t we never agree on yeah, she know me, she know I'ma do wrong
Do wrong, I got a lot of b*tches, only two phones
I got a lot of deals, like Groupon
Too real, I spent 6,000 on my teeth n*gga, yeah
I f*cked that ho the first week n*gga, yeah
She say I'm all that I'm all she need n*gga, yeah
She been on Moscato and weed all day, she been callin' me all day Yeah, yeah, I met her somewhere out in LA, yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
She want the boy, yeah uh, next thang you know it, yeah Uh
We on the floor, yeah f*ckin' front row it
They got her actin' up, back to back Maybach
30 foreigns, f*ckin' traffic up, get ya baggage up
Yeah
[Chorus]
(She got me) feelin' some way
She been on my mind all day
Can't wait to see her face to face

[Outro]
(Girl you know you are) fly as a plane, too much to cry or complain
We on the floor, yeah f*ckin' front row it

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