Lyrics:
'll put the
Pink polo back on i swear to you please
Just for three million dollars i need
It so bad i need a new pool in
My back yard so I tell all
My fans
Hands up, hands up
Uh, pass that weed to a real nigga
Your girl is my biggest fan, windmill nigga
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, where my skateboard?
I jack
nobody close to me
I’m the reason for the reason
I’m where I’m supposed to be
All I need is my fire, dope, money and key
Higher my g'
No water, I got fire
love the way the fans say they love me
I know it’s all because my God above me
But damn I’m feeling like Sam
Except my daddy ain’t stuck up no video game
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
turn white
a coal in the fire of the by and by
love always rises and crashes
fan the flame then scatter the ashes
and try to start again
because I can
drink the dew
One beach making me feel alive
How I felt before well now I multiply by five
Home run attitude no time for line drives
Daydreaming in France
I'm fucking fans, I know she a fan
She crushing the xan, mixing with the molly
Beat up the pussy, go catch me a body
Once I kick her out, she alone in
the car by the street
I close everybody out I meet
How she was a fan I don't know
If she was a fan she wouldn't go
Pardon my drink
Pardon my French
Pardon
won't fumble the plans
Can't fumble no bands
And if shit hit the fan
Be my number one fan
AK-47, that's the address to Mafia Headquarters
Even when i
up yo mess and make yo stance
If you had one mo' chance to save the fans
Now I know they told you don't judge a book by its cover
Looking at my flesh
yo stance
If you had one mo' chance to save the fans
Now I know they told you don't judge a book by its cover
Looking at my flesh don't understand
can't breathe)
Trade my 4x4 for a G63, ain't no more free Lil Steve
I gave 'em chance and chance and chance again, I even done told them please
I
I done gave you many chances
But you will never fix it
Made you give you second glances
Because you already missed it
Feeling great
That I'm by
ain't feelin' them, feelin' me
I don't run it up? watch you mean?
I'ma get it by any means
Run up the bands, I run up the bands woah
I'm not a fan, I be
Thermometers, popped 'em all
Then popped in the
Jaw of Tracy Veronica, holla back
They promised us
No pajamas, insomnia, will attack
I attack like piranha does
live, I feel most on
A corner of space that you don't run
And guard's off, I pass you by
Makes no impression as you stand
Makes no impression holding
from cuttin' grass
you'll survive
I already see your eyes
Big tall and strong
The hero of it all you'll think I am
Never do no wrong til your grown
about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggas think they bigga
Cause they got the finga
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
the swell-a
Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
a turn
I don't wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirt
Learned you can judge a nigga by the women that he curves
I love this game, I ain't lost focus
I
I took my band way across the land
But too much ass can destroy a man
See, I emptied all my glands
Inside the emptiness of all my fans
I spent all
the brightest star
No matter who you are
You're outdone
I won
And for the coup de grace
Competition turns into fans
Like a politician
My competition spans
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