Lyrics:
leave, she falls off
A few months pass know ima get a call
Letter in the mail, only cause i got balls?
Teenage fan club, man im too involved
whats a shoe
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got
packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball
packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball
packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball
on my name and put me to shame
Like I'm Paris or the queen, Lindsay
I just want to
Be adored by
People I don't know
Come and join my Fan club
Come
packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball
Ayy
Uh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh
She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
Alone I ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Just a lost cause, lost
She my number one fan
She said she love me, I can't be her man
She my number one fan
She put it on me, she might get some bands
When I'm in the club, I
fans they love me to death
Yes and e get some things wey dey don do wey I no fit forget
Buy me bottles for club pretty girls show me love
Most of them go
hands up
Fan club, fan club
Shawty say she wanna join my fan club
Fan club, fan club
Real niggas signin' up for my fan club
Glizzy glizzy back out
numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up
whatever see me grind, stunt, go hard
Monday, Sunday, I'm a go hard,
Every car my fans scream, score, ball, ball, ball, ball, go hard
I'm drunken than
Boutta shop at Neimans, finna blow a band
Boutta hit the club, I'm finna ball again
She tell me that she love me, she my biggest fan
She tell me that she
right cheek for a 50 ball
I got 10's, I got 20's we gone blow it all
I'm on a mission so I'm running it up
I'm in the club all night, and I ain't giving
More money you spread around
Is the more that's comin' back around
Bitch I got my bands up
I'm that muthafuckin' nigga
They know that I'm goin ball
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
I be in the club but a nigga don't dance
Got this bitch on my dick but she is not a fan
Got me in a trance, got me throwing bands
Ima take her
hopping Ahn!
Hook:
Verse 3:
I say
Champagne popping Right off the wall
Six booty call
Five star ball Yea—we club-hop Until we fall
Pop another bottle
Shit hit the fan (Saakbeats)
You know paparazzi wanna ask me about the girl in the backseat man
You know I'm tryna ball like magic you know what I'm
Wir sind so fame, so fame, so fame
Du bist nur Fan, du wirst gebangt
Es ist OK, OK, OK
Wenn wir dich bangen, denn du bist Fan
Fan, Fan, Fan, du bist
drop
I love to wild out damn right shake it all night
Ay that's my jam every time the beat drop
I said oh all the ladies in the club grab a dude
If your heart's been broke, then baby welcome to the club
If they treat you like a joke, then baby welcome to the club
If you lost all hope, then
the club
Tryna catch her groove
But you know they don’t dance
And you know that she’s a fan yeah
Don’t be tryna push up on it
You can’t handle it
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