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Frontier Video (MV)




Performed By: $auceaveli
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Marcus Barnes




$auceaveli - Frontier Lyrics
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Pin a nigga Kurt angle, sextape got 3 angles
Yo bitch chubby wit some cankles, is that why her head by her ankles
Posted up on the block, now lookiethere we see a opp
Now this 30 pop then his body drop then I make a call and have his thotties top
Lil cray or la flame, anything I bump bang
And you be flexin for the fame, so you came to the west we took ya chain
And imma smoker smoker smoker smoker, call me Gleeshy De La Rosa
And I'm sauceaveli on the field, but I'm Scottie Drippen wit a holster
Pulled up to the party, bumpin vert & carti
Noah hopped out wit Burberry and started going gnarly
My life a show icarly, Jamaican so I smoke Marley
Work wit the joker like Harley and keep 3 choppers like Harleys
All gold like a pharaoh, in a all red camaro
Yeah call me gleeshy bonatello, this is classic music like a cello
And if you see me don't say hello, cause I'm rollin fronto me & yellow
Then we go to the court and hoop like d rose & hoodie melo
Then I rolled another rillo, shoot the 3 like Danilo
Yeah I wanna sound like young savage, but I'd rather count the cabbage
Her old nigga gave her baggage, have her on a flight in 3 hours
And I don't associate with cowards, I keep some pretty bitches up at howard
All the dope I smoke is sour, what, ratchet bitches came from flowers ay
Boutta blow up twin towers, catch me onna episode of power
Flexed up planet fitness, shoot up the party I'm leaving no witness
Audi coupe but I got 50 bitches, 50 round drum for the snakes and the snitches
She just want me for my clout and my riches, I just want her for her mouth and her bitches
I hit a opp bust his lip give him stitches, he come back he got clapped for the visit
Pourin a muddy cup in my holder, she from outta town flew here from the nolia
We go to nova, I bend her over, beat her shit now she wanna come over
It's December that was back in October
Imma P baby thought that I told ya
I can't do no lovin love I won't hold ya, but you stay a hunnit slim soulja
I'm drowning in straight Hennessy, I'm Jordan wit work 23 for the G
I'm blooded all day shake my man hands wit Ps, I can't do my work my report card is Bs
You parasites, pussy niggas is flees
She got on her knees, I made her say please
These bitches messy so they drunk spillin tea and I'm sauceaveli so I'm turnt stackin mean
(Now what the f*ck did he just say)
I said these bitches messy so they drunk spillin tea and I'm sauceaveli so I'm turnt stackin mean
I said bitches messy so they drunk spillin tea and I'm sauceaveli so, look
I smoke all day I'm a fein, we running trains if she down for the team, pint of lean took that shit to the spleen, no Wisconsin I don't want no green
No sir
I said
I smoke all day I'm a fein, we runnin trains if she down for the team, pint of lean took that Shit to the spleen, no Wisconsin I dont want no green
F*ck it, keep dat shit
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English

Pin a nigga Kurt angle, sextape got 3 angles
Yo bitch chubby wit some cankles, is that why her head by her ankles
Posted up on the block, now lookiethere we see a opp
Now this 30 pop then his body drop then I make a call and have his thotties top
Lil cray or la flame, anything I bump bang
And you be flexin for the fame, so you came to the west we took ya chain
And imma smoker smoker smoker smoker, call me Gleeshy De La Rosa
And I'm sauceaveli on the field, but I'm Scottie Drippen wit a holster
Pulled up to the party, bumpin vert & carti
Noah hopped out wit Burberry and started going gnarly
My life a show icarly, Jamaican so I smoke Marley
Work wit the joker like Harley and keep 3 choppers like Harleys
All gold like a pharaoh, in a all red camaro
Yeah call me gleeshy bonatello, this is classic music like a cello
And if you see me don't say hello, cause I'm rollin fronto me & yellow
Then we go to the court and hoop like d rose & hoodie melo
Then I rolled another rillo, shoot the 3 like Danilo
Yeah I wanna sound like young savage, but I'd rather count the cabbage
Her old nigga gave her baggage, have her on a flight in 3 hours
And I don't associate with cowards, I keep some pretty bitches up at howard
All the dope I smoke is sour, what, ratchet bitches came from flowers ay
Boutta blow up twin towers, catch me onna episode of power
Flexed up planet fitness, shoot up the party I'm leaving no witness
Audi coupe but I got 50 bitches, 50 round drum for the snakes and the snitches
She just want me for my clout and my riches, I just want her for her mouth and her bitches
I hit a opp bust his lip give him stitches, he come back he got clapped for the visit
Pourin a muddy cup in my holder, she from outta town flew here from the nolia
We go to nova, I bend her over, beat her shit now she wanna come over
It's December that was back in October
Imma P baby thought that I told ya
I can't do no lovin love I won't hold ya, but you stay a hunnit slim soulja
I'm drowning in straight Hennessy, I'm Jordan wit work 23 for the G
I'm blooded all day shake my man hands wit Ps, I can't do my work my report card is Bs
You parasites, pussy niggas is flees
She got on her knees, I made her say please
These bitches messy so they drunk spillin tea and I'm sauceaveli so I'm turnt stackin mean
(Now what the f*ck did he just say)
I said these bitches messy so they drunk spillin tea and I'm sauceaveli so I'm turnt stackin mean
I said bitches messy so they drunk spillin tea and I'm sauceaveli so, look
I smoke all day I'm a fein, we running trains if she down for the team, pint of lean took that shit to the spleen, no Wisconsin I don't want no green
No sir
I said
I smoke all day I'm a fein, we runnin trains if she down for the team, pint of lean took that Shit to the spleen, no Wisconsin I dont want no green
F*ck it, keep dat shit
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Writer: Marcus Barnes
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