Frunt ( 5th Period Crush)

Ayy, she was geeked up

I was dippin' that club, man I was dippin'

Oh my God, there go Michelle, goddamn

Go talk to her

No, bro, you know I like her

Go talk to her then

Ayy, be quiet, stand next to me, stand next to me

Bruh, what? Chill out, bro, go

Bro, be quiet, dude

Go talk to her, nigga

Alright, but when class over, you ain't gon' be able to talk

Told her, I can't front 'bout it

With these hoes on my dick, I can't front 'bout it

Baby girl ass fat, I can't front 'bout it

And these niggas' swag wack, I can't front 'bout it, ayy

I can't front but I do want y-o-u

I can't front but I do want y-o-u

I can't front but I do want y-o-u

I can't front but I do want y-o-u

Ayy, and I'm cool with that, is you cool with that?

'Cause I'm cool with that

You a fine lil' thing, that fat, and that fat

Ayy, from the back, that shit fat, shit fat

I'm runnin' to it, run it back, run it back, ayy

I'ma throw it, bitch, I'm a quarterback

Ayy, see the swag, peep the swag

Get the swag, get the swag

Hopefully you can motherfuckin' rock the swag

Ride my dick, do somethin' freaky

Let a nigga kneel, fuckin' lick it

On that punani

'Cause that make a nigga happ-happy

Told her, I can't front 'bout it

With these hoes on my dick, I can't front 'bout it

Baby girl ass fat, I can't front 'bout it

And these niggas' swag wack, I can't front 'bout it, ayy