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In Front My Face Video (MV)




Performed By: Ozzyland
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Blake Osborn




Ozzyland - In Front My Face Lyrics




I don't think they know me, they so desperate, they so lonely
I smelt that fried bologna from a mile away (a mile away)
They all want my style, I can't give it away (yeah)
I just smoked this pack, it's straight from the bay (yeaaa-ah)
Yeah, my whip drive way too fast on the interstate (yeaaa-ah)
I ain't focused on the past, what's in front my face (yeah)

I ain't got no pills in the case, I don't trap bud, trap bass (trap bass)
I don't drink mud, drink case, I don't like spirits, like ale (ale)
Got a bad bitch show her off, show and tell
They on the top, sure as f*ck can't tell
(I wanna rock)
Yeah, they full of shit, They full of trash, couldn't make Kidzbop
They dig around like a panda, like a piggy at slop
They misjudge me, and they might get dropped
I'm cleaning up, I'm cleanin house, I might use my mop
If they scared to shoot, I might tell a little bitch to call his mom (mom)
They try to spin on me, I pull that flame and burn the whole block (yeah)
Keep that Sig on me, I'll shoot that bitch, take off they top

I don't think they know me, they so desperate, they so lonely
I smelt that fried bologna from a mile away (a mile away)
They all want my style, I can't give it away (yeah)
I just smoked this pack, it's straight from the bay (yeaaa-ah)
Yeah, my whip drive way too fast on the interstate (yeaaa-ah)
I ain't focused on the past, what's in front my face
What's in front my face
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I don't think they know me, they so desperate, they so lonely
I smelt that fried bologna from a mile away (a mile away)
They all want my style, I can't give it away (yeah)
I just smoked this pack, it's straight from the bay (yeaaa-ah)
Yeah, my whip drive way too fast on the interstate (yeaaa-ah)
I ain't focused on the past, what's in front my face (yeah)

I ain't got no pills in the case, I don't trap bud, trap bass (trap bass)
I don't drink mud, drink case, I don't like spirits, like ale (ale)
Got a bad bitch show her off, show and tell
They on the top, sure as f*ck can't tell
(I wanna rock)
Yeah, they full of shit, They full of trash, couldn't make Kidzbop
They dig around like a panda, like a piggy at slop
They misjudge me, and they might get dropped
I'm cleaning up, I'm cleanin house, I might use my mop
If they scared to shoot, I might tell a little bitch to call his mom (mom)
They try to spin on me, I pull that flame and burn the whole block (yeah)
Keep that Sig on me, I'll shoot that bitch, take off they top

I don't think they know me, they so desperate, they so lonely
I smelt that fried bologna from a mile away (a mile away)
They all want my style, I can't give it away (yeah)
I just smoked this pack, it's straight from the bay (yeaaa-ah)
Yeah, my whip drive way too fast on the interstate (yeaaa-ah)
I ain't focused on the past, what's in front my face
What's in front my face
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Writer: Blake Osborn
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