Front Row Lyrics

Front Row lyrics

Acting like he ain't feelin' it 

 Concealing it 

 Chin up and ice grillin' it 

 You get a buzz from the crowd 

 And they be killin' it 

 They might be loving the show 

 But ain't revealing it 

 We give the people what they want 

 And make them jump 

 But fools in the front are too cool to get crunk 

 Not a hand in the air 

 Gotta stand and stare 

 And never correspond with the call and respond 

 Beyond that- 

 They're just trying to gleam 

 Like we said in the club 

 Just to see or be seen 

 If you're up in the scene 

 And the scene is thick 

 And you can't cooperate 

 Then it's best to flip 

 With ya wack ass 

 Acting like a jack ass 

 You're taking up space looking up in my face 

 And you ain't got the good grace to scream out loud 

 Take ya sorry ass 

 Straight to the back of the crowd 

 'Cause most bros that I know 

 Be up in the show 

 Up in the front row 

 Too hard to say "Hoooo!" 

 Screw face on 

 Like we're 'bout to go to blows 

 Hat pulled low 

 Too cool to go "Hooooo!" 

  

 CHORUS 

  

 There's always one in the front 

 Acting like he don't know 

 Looking at me like a ho 

 But don' wanna say "Ho" 

 Crowd blaze it up 

 Wanna be thugs don't wanna raise it up 

 Got ya- 

 Lips tight 

 Screw face the whole night 

 But at the end of the show 

 They be like "That's tight!" 

 Yeah right 

 You're looking at me like you wanna fight 

  

 See I'm the type that'll throw down the mic 

 'Cause I'm 

 Quite nice with adjectives and the pronouns 

 But some clowns stare me down 

 Like a showdown 

 And when the love goes around  

 You gets no pound 

 You wouldn't put your hands up 

 So keep your hands down 

 Your whole damn squad is fraud 

 Beaugard to the front to look hard 

 It's kinda odd 

 Wanna be a superstar 

 But you're far from that 

 I bet the people in the front 

 Want you playing the back 

 'Cause most bros that I know 

 Are too hard to "Ho" at the show anymore 

 I don't know 

 Guess they'd rather elbow  

 Instead of playing the low 

 Looking at me like a ho  

 But don't wanna say "Hooooo!" 

  

 CHORUS 

  

 All out in the cut 

 Lookin' like "Fool what?" 

 Don't come for the shows 

 They just come for the hoes 

 Up in the front row 

 Tryna profile and pose 

 Tempers flare if you dare 

 To step on their toes 

 Just can't enjoy themselves 

 Like they're supposed 

 Can't get them open 

 'Cause they keep their minds closed 

 Chose to remain frame froze 

 Every week wear the same clothes 

 Nevertheless, thinking that we're impressed 

 By the style of the dress 

 Coming through in his best 

 Goose down bubble vest 

 Strapped tight to his chest 

 Like he's straight bulletproof 

 Before you get a hand up 

 You gotta pull a tooth 

 So tell me what's the use 

 If you pay twenty bones 

 To see me rock the microphone 

 And you can't get loose 

 Won't get it on 

 Sucka ass 

 Shoulda just kept ya ass home 

 'Cause most bros that I know 

 Be up in the show 

 Up in the front row 

 Too hard to say "Hooo!" 

 Screw face on  

 Like we're 'bout to go to blows 

 Hat pulled low 

 Too cool to say "Hoooooo!" 

  

 CHORUS