Tabi Bonney - Frontin lyrics

[Verse 1: tabi Bonney] I'm a hustler, peddler --pusher Salt n' pepper, I don't know how to tell her But she look better, yes sir --- I'm leaving Treason, guilty --- red-handedly filthy, explicit Get it, police pay a visit like never Sketchers, all of them around us Cooked like a flounder Booked, read them off the breaker No look pa** placer, don't fake Buckets [Verse 2: tabi Bonney] Flush it, evidence is gone Eatin' my custard like what's wrong Accustomed to winning Been denied corner like a loaner Next week I'm hanging with Wynona Ryder Get my driving shoes out the dryer They don't belong, like you on a flyer Finished up my custard like what's wrong If you a superstar, they can't deny ya' Prove them bamas' wrong, if not, they just gonna' call you a liar [Verse 3: tabi Bonney] Fishing, she told me that she miss me Could it be that I was up on TV, miss me Herb like Tim Duncan, never Forever I be pumpin' like c**aine propeller planes in bad weather Gettin' it, me and Lou --- we high top kickin' it Me and London Michael, right-side drive, whippin' it Yeah, I know it's sickenin' --- barf Creating this type of living is an art