lirik lagu n1x0n - biggest fan
don’t leave
i can’t function without you
you, you
without you
shorty flyin’ outta state
outta sight, outta mind
boy don’t try me, cross that line
in that v8, i’m gon’ fly
woke up and get to the bags today
(okay)
woke up, i’m counting the racks today
(okay)
i’m f~ckin’ your b~tch, i don’t m~st~rbate
(okay)
i’m chasin’ that bag you on layaway
he tryna pull up, know he passed away
feel like i’m wilson i’m cast away
get em white like a ghost yea the casper way
woke up at 10 and i laugh to the bank
i’m feelin’ like carti, i’m gettin’ em crank
my shorty, she gon’ do whatever i say
i’m sippin’ that drink, cause it’s numbin’ the pain
b~tch, i’m rockin’ off white
pull up on me and i’m givin’ her pipe
i’m a heavyweight, don’t take sh~t light
said one step, two step, do my lil dance
keep the rackies tucked up in my pants
don’t listen to haters sayin’ that you can’t
cause one day they might be your biggest fan
yea i took a flight out to j~pan
choppa on me, make em do a handstand
got designer hermes all up on my pants
shorty twerkin’ on me yea she do it, no hands
no hands, no hands
i did it first, i’m the man
hop up on a flight, no plans
and she foreign, not talkin’ iran
gotta train her stash a brick up in the oven
know they can’t digest it, know they cannot stomach
know they see my choppa, now they runnin’ from it
yeah, i got no regrets, so i’m sayin f~ck it
scratch em off the list, i ain’t talkin’ bucket
feel like dennis the menace, causin’ all the ruckus
and i came from the dirt, b~tch, i’m feelin’ rugged
know we popped him in his chest, got him in tummy tuckin
know they heard us talkin’, got them boys duckin
keep him in the dark, we keep them in the dungeon
yo girl come over, yeah, we talkin’, then we f~ckin
knuck if you buck, don’t give a f~ck
i got the cash, b~tch, sum it up
you talkin’ all that, b~tch, i run it up
i’m sippin’ on syrup, double up my cup
mmm, mmm, mmm
i got a kickstand, keep a b~tch with me
takin’ shots, yeah, we sippin’ that witney
b~tch, i stay strapped, i got shooters with me
she ain’t a dime, she a pretty penny
feel like uzi, yeah, it’s gettin’ heavy
i’m in the lamb, this is not a chevy
i could teach you tricks if you just would let me
automatic, yeah, i’m toting’ semis
shorty on my body yea she tryna neck me
yeah, i feel like asap yeah, we calling it testing
and i’m always up chasin’ bags, i’m never resting
f~ck on that b~tch, then i f~ck on her on her bestie
strapped up, b~tch, keep my smith and westy
don’t get a stain on my brand new mink
my wrist wet as a faucet, talkin’ bout a sink
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