Bas – Front Desk Lyrics

Front Desk Lyrics by Bas.

[Intro]
Riding ’round the town to get my old bitches, old

[Verse 1]
Riding ’round the town to get my old bitches
You ain’t hold me down ’til a nigga came up
Why you want me now? What’s the focus? Wait, I know
You was pressing (?) and my name came up “right”

[Bridge]
I’ve been off it and I’ve been gone for weeks, still smell the cedar
Put her on repeat, can’t put no pussy on a pedestal
I be home all week, so for a week she in stilettos
Call me when you need, only when you- ooh
I’ve been off it and I’ve been gone for weeks, still smell the cedar
Put her on repeat, can’t put no p—y on a pedestal
I be home all week, so for a week she in stilettos
Call me when you need, only when you-

[Hook/Chorus]
Oh you heading out of town with your bestfriend
I ain’t front desk b—h you ain’t gotta check in, hey “yeah, yeah”
What do you call that?
I knew you’d come back “come back”
I knew you’d come back “back”
I knew you’d come back, back
What do you call that?
I knew you’d come back “come back”
I knew you’d come back “back”
I knew you’d come back

[Verse 2]
I’m going OT for the week
Double OT for the weekend
Got me a freak and she geeking
She talk a lot when she peaking
Speaking ’bout life, drama and her current affairs, let‘s bury it there
I got enough problems, got no worries or care, (?)
And she think (?)
She don’t know me that’s the internet
She just get high off my intellect
I just get high tell her “give me neck”
My mind on this check “you know what I’m saying”
My mind on this check “just know I ain’t playing”
My mind on this check “this money is mine”
My mind on this check “that’s all on my mind”

[Hook/Chorus]
Oh you heading out of town with your bestfriend
I ain’t front desk b—h you ain’t gotta check in, hey “yeah, yeah”
What do you call that?
I knew you’d come back “come back”
I knew you’d come back “back”
I knew you’d come back, back
What do you call that?
I knew you’d come back “come back”
I knew you’d come back “back”
I knew you’d come back

[Outro]
(?) why pretend?
I can’t tell no lie, b—h I’m too popping now
Empty bottles, empty promises
I can’t tell no lie, b—h I’m too popping now