Front Porch Lyrics

Front Porch lyrics is a famous song. Song sung by the Artist Twista & The Speedknot Mobstaz and released on the Album Mobstability. CSLyrics features all the songs list of this album. We proudly present you the song Front Porch lyric.

On the porch, on the porch
Smokin’ reefa, hmm yeah

I woke up early Saturday mornin’ sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues, hurl on my clothes and shoes
Stomach on wooz from this killer weed
That’s so fired it made your nose bleed

I had me so high, my brain was fried movin’ at slow speed
This thick bitch chose me and was stickin’ like liquor
She look to tight that bodies right my heart and mind was like ‘Dick her’
But wit my body achin’ from hurl sensation that’s got me shaken

I swiftly took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken
I remember wakin’ up at the flat fucked up in the back
Checkin’ on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat
I hit the sack to sleep it off woke up woozy and still smokin’

Twista’s wishes, thinkin’ about last night and the bitch that was scopin’
Fuck it lets get ’em on I grabbed the phone “Girl call your friends”
Then I hit Twista and Maze and them ’bout the bitch in the Benz
Nigga push only ’cause I see them already been in the block
You know the lit niggas you’ll find us in my favorite spot
And that’s on

The front porch, smokin’ reefa
The weed got ’em feelin’, umm hmm
On the front porch, gettin’ deeper
Ghetto love got ’em feelin’, umm hmm, yeah yeah

The front porch, smokin’ reefa
The weed got ’em feelin’, umm hmm
On the front porch, gettin’ deeper
Ghetto love got ’em feelin’, umm hmm, yeah yeah

In the summer I hit the front porch wit a mornin’ B
Sippin’ on the duce duce OZ
And I be killin’ me how many thick fees I see
Gettin’ bubbly waitin’ for Stokes and T, I spit a little game at three

Tryin’ to talk up on the shoppin’ spree or a B of that stinky green free
Straight gettin’, to puff puff pass
And drive up my gas hittin’ all the hot blocks
Bumpin’ ‘Legit Ballers’ to ‘Rock Y’all Spot’

Everybody know the shit ’bout to drop
See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin’ to get they props
Pollutin’ the air wit squares, blunts, and tops
Settin’ up shops for lots comin’ back nots

Each and everyday of the week the Mobsta Elites
Be on somebody porch, dumpin’ heat, bustin’ flows
In the cipher gettin’ deep while we cheat
Somethin’ sweet to Legendary beats, ’til we reached our peak

Scummy aloud attractin’ crowds to the street
Then it’s time to retreat grab somethin’ to eat
And head to the late front to get up wit some freaks
Wit a treat under the seat

For the cats who get the sudden urge
And wanna try to jack ’cause when your pockets is fat
It seems like all the haters
And hood-rats want to attack

And when the park close we hit the liquor store
For a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak
South on the corner and get a few sacks
Or betta yet the whole pack so we can get back
On the

The front porch, smokin’ reefa
The weed got ’em feelin’, umm hmm
On the front porch, gettin’ deeper
Ghetto love got ’em feelin’, umm hmm, yeah yeah

The front porch, smokin’ reefa
The weed got ’em feelin’, umm hmm
On the front porch, gettin’ deeper
Ghetto love got ’em feelin’, umm hmm, yeah yeah

One mornin’ I woke up next to a chocolate fee and a red bone
My dick was hard, I started strokin’ and pokin’
After toppin’ I tell them to role the blunt
‘Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smokin’ and jokin’

I heard it’s gonna be hot outside, gotta get up and lay my clothes out
It’s gonna be too many hoes out
Before my ladies rolled out I got ’em to clean up the whole house
Then I threw my fit on look in the mirror get on gone
Nigga you lookin’ dope ’cause you got a knot

Ain’t no cruisin’ up out the hop
I’m hangin’ by the spot ’cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
But it’s all to good, it’s a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the love on the block that nigga coolin’

Aimin’ the radio out the window steady groovin’
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin’
Niggas who flippin’ new 98’s is steady cruisin’
Bumpin’ up the block flossin’ for the chicks ’cause they rich
But I ain’t leavin’ off the front with the blunt

Set a switch just to pull in all the thickest btiches
At the crib I can’t get caught wit heat,
If it’s some static I shall chalk and sweep
I go and get the B’s up off but chief
Come get me if the phone for me I’m at the party across the street

I’m enjoyin’ the breeze, high degreez and no ease
Pockets be full of G’s, smokin’ B’s hidin’ the fees
Makin’ no enemies, the po P’s yellin’ out, “Freeze”
Servin’ niggas wit ease stakin’ cheese so nigga please
Tell me ’bout some ghetto love

Homies around smokin’ Newports ’till the brew drunk short
You can travel the world can’t find a place like home
With a crib on the front with a skunk torch
Ain’t nothin’ lie

Mobstability Album Song List

  1. Party Hoes
  2. Motive 4 Murder
  3. Front Porch
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