SHE A FAN
She a fan
Of a nigga
But we going on no dates
Give no damn
Man I'm bigga
Fuck what you got at the stake
See you fam
Hardly hitta
In yo blunt it's a disgrace
I ain't sittin down
I'm just shittin
Stinkin' up the place
I ain't playin' now
Had to get up close he seen my face
Who be playin' round
Bitch I do this shit at my own pace
Almost drowned
In the sauce
But I turnt it into paste
I was frowned
I was tossed
I'm a king I overcame
You fuck 'round
Be a cost
Got ya holdin' back ya gang
Aye
Buss in that bitch
Uh
Like a clip
Uh
Or like a glock
Aye
I keep a stick
And
Don't know bout these
Niggas
Here
On this shit
And we pulled up
Nigga sixty deep
Uh, aye
On ya block
.22 with the sweep
Aye
AK .223 it make ya bleed
Leave em dead
Right there on the scene
Uh, aye
He don't want no muhfuckin' smoke wit me
He ain't want this muhfuckin' smoke with me
And I got the glock like a chimney
You don't want his smoke we pull-up nigga
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
She a fan
Of a nigga
But we going on no dates
Give no damn
Man I'm bigga
Fuck what you got at the stake
See you fam
Hardly hitta
In yo blunt it's a disgrace
I ain't sittin' down
I'm just shittin'
Stinkin' up the place
I ain't playin' now
Had to get up close he seen my face
Who be playin' round
Bitch I do this shit at my own pace
Almost drowned
In the sauce
But I turnt it into paste
I was frowned
I was tossed
I'm a king I overcame
You fuck 'round
Be a cost
Got ya holdin' back ya gang
Of a nigga
But we going on no dates
Give no damn
Man I'm bigga
Fuck what you got at the stake
See you fam
Hardly hitta
In yo blunt it's a disgrace
I ain't sittin down
I'm just shittin
Stinkin' up the place
I ain't playin' now
Had to get up close he seen my face
Who be playin' round
Bitch I do this shit at my own pace
Almost drowned
In the sauce
But I turnt it into paste
I was frowned
I was tossed
I'm a king I overcame
You fuck 'round
Be a cost
Got ya holdin' back ya gang
Aye
Buss in that bitch
Uh
Like a clip
Uh
Or like a glock
Aye
I keep a stick
And
Don't know bout these
Niggas
Here
On this shit
And we pulled up
Nigga sixty deep
Uh, aye
On ya block
.22 with the sweep
Aye
AK .223 it make ya bleed
Leave em dead
Right there on the scene
Uh, aye
He don't want no muhfuckin' smoke wit me
He ain't want this muhfuckin' smoke with me
And I got the glock like a chimney
You don't want his smoke we pull-up nigga
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
She a fan
Of a nigga
But we going on no dates
Give no damn
Man I'm bigga
Fuck what you got at the stake
See you fam
Hardly hitta
In yo blunt it's a disgrace
I ain't sittin' down
I'm just shittin'
Stinkin' up the place
I ain't playin' now
Had to get up close he seen my face
Who be playin' round
Bitch I do this shit at my own pace
Almost drowned
In the sauce
But I turnt it into paste
I was frowned
I was tossed
I'm a king I overcame
You fuck 'round
Be a cost
Got ya holdin' back ya gang
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Writer(s): Kevin Jenkins
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