Lyrics:
cash out a hundred let me get a buck
Bitch they'll be just like you nigga fake as fuck
Get em home and they probably all sheet rock
They sellin'
clothes off because they're so cold and wet.
My sports bra and my really tight pants, they are so uncomfortable.
I can't wait to get out of them. Mmm,
The ceiling fan
Twirls my vision and dizzies my head
Glide down the stairs
Drift through the hall
Pass through a doorway that once was a wall
Windspinner
fly
What is this life?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Will I go down in time, or never make it out alive?
In time, oh my
I'll do the best I am
I am the best I
Maine sounds
To all my fans around the world I love you
I love you
God bless you hhun
Got to the world January 3rd that same year
Inu daddy mummy dun
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's
Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change,
stay in tonight
Let's stay out of the rain
We will build a fire
cnd stoke the flames again
No one's coming for you
It's only you and I
Fan the flames
you out
Play your hand
Before its your turn to fade out.
Make her into a fan of him
He would die
Just to take fate somewhere it could have been
Had it
be yo’ biggest fans
(They do) i had to tell that shit
To my lil brother Bans (JBan$)
I had to cop them diamonds
Cause’ a nigga can (Oh, ya)
Cause’ I
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans
lacking on them bands
Now the fans represent
Like your boy really made it outta France
Whats the chance?
How could i ever make it out of France
When i got
on the IG
OnlyFans or whatever
Taking them shopping, flying them out
I mean, it's the difference between
A trick and a stunt
You know
A pimp and a munch
These
fallin' out
I'm still ballin'
Crawlin' out the hottes be's on these ATL streets
From the garden to the box office
I shuts down both
And it don't
won't stop that's what you heard
'cause you keep listening to my word
Everyword I say comes loud and clear
Out of my mouth straight to your ear
And I just
Ladies and gentlemen, we're floating in space
Nigga talkin' crazy, you know he might be a fan
You know I'm with the crew, you know I'm with the plan
biggest fan
Bet you won't believe the crazy things
It's that kinda world
That you gotta see
Now I wanna go out
So I'm gonna go out
No stopping me
saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherfucking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
music don't do numbers
Or my numbers don't land
If that shit don't pan out
Would you keep me in your plan
I said when shit hits the fan
Will you still be
the kid don't front
However shit go, "Give 'Em What They Want"
I ain't signing shit, love my fans
But cross this line with the camera in your hands
I'm still a fan even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one drivin'
I'm
around you so I can feel you breath
I don't need to be a superman
As long as you will always be my biggest fan
Heaven isn't too far away
Closer
(MC Ren)
To the people over here
To the people out there
To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, people
From everywhere
I've got to get you out of my mind and back into my arms
Closer than a close shave
I want to be shaking in the shockwave
It's on tonight and I've
now you're more like a fan
Reflect on the past, looking back damn
Wouldn't understand, wasn't quite on brand
If it ain't work out, wasn't part
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