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

Big dawg, I'ma big dawg
I go big on big yeah, plus I did it for Big yeah
She on my dick dawg, so many men call
This bitch is wet
This bitch is wet
Uh, uh, I'm in that Benz and it's loaded
Got that stack in that bag and that shit 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 nigga 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 bitch is a foreign lil' model
Yeah, she foreign, she fuck wit' me vato yeah
A few hundred K on me, water yeah
Like 300K for my automobile
I am a fly nigga 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, fuckin' front row
Yeah, gon' and add that up, I just went and juiced the Patek up, uh
Been had juice before I got a cup, these niggas mad we up, yeah

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

(Girl you know you is) Fly as a plane, too much to cry or complain
Fuck 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 fucked that bitch 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 shit we never agree on yeah, she know me, she know I'ma do wrong
Do wrong, I got a lot of bitches, only two phones
I got a lot of deals, like Groupon
Too real, I spent 6,000 on my teeth nigga, yeah
I fucked that ho the first week nigga, yeah
She say I'm all that I'm all she need nigga, 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

She want the boy, yeah uh, next thang you know it, yeah uh
We on the floor, yeah fuckin' front row
Now they got her actin' up, back to back Maybach, back and forth
30 foreigns, fuckin' traffic up, get ya baggage up
Yeah

(She got me) Feelin' some way
She been on my mind all day
Can't wait to see her face to face

(Girl you know you is) Fly as a plane, too much to cry or complain
We on the floor, yeah fuckin' front row

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Front Row In LA Lyrics

YFN Lucci – Front Row In LA Lyrics

Songwriters: Bobby Turner, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Front Row In LA lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes

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