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Termanology I f..ck Fans


[Intro:]
Uh
I get around
Yo!

[Verse 1:]
Uh, I f..ck bitches in the bathroom,
Rubber no, rubber rubber duck in the tub like you
playin with yo mother
I'm a rude motherfucker, bitch you suck
I get fresh every day, call me Mr. Tux
Bowtie, no lie, I'm so fly
Got my whole tribe just close by with 4-5's
We be room raidin, no reality TV
I come on yo bitch bed and pass it a ED
Then pass it a stat, like that I'll be that
Sniff jack, give er packs, she wobbling back
I'm a F to the L ask Y motherfucker
4-5 Dali, you paralyzed motherfucker
D to the R, UG to the S homie
Drive a Lex, homie that's a GS homie
You ain't a teacher, don't test homie
You like the New York Knicks, you a mess homie

[Hook: x2]
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I f..ck fans

[Verse 2:]
Listen the game don't stop, show you how to do this
And you lames gon watch,
When I come around, see these thing hoes flock
So you know it's nothing to get em under covers just
like a plain clothes cop
She give me her all in exchange for a cock
She just love how real I am, that's how I reel er in
The charm and with is masturbate
So I'm f..ckin while you sit home and masturbate
Ayo it's drastic, the way I smash it then I pass it
Then turn behind her back, it's like magic
Fly nigga, style you can't parallel
Can most stunners, cool J's like a pair of L's
She come back for more cause I tear er well
Slim waist, ass fat, skin caramel
The fly woman is the groupie love
Gather em all and come give me some groupie love

[Hook: x2]
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I f..ck fans

[Verse 3:]
I f..ck fans, you pussies be holdin hands
And I sold grams to little kids and old mans
Let the door slam and the pimp slap comin
My bitch fresh like veggies, make you cry like a onion
I'm alive and I'm gunnin
So f..ck out my way dude
Stat turn easy, we a trap card 2
Check my air Nike flights, they white and high price
I be f..ckin everybody, homie go and get yo wife

Listen, unless she on crack she ain't never gon see a
rock
I keep a chick mouth wide like she in shock
Game tight, never burstin hoes
Sprayin her face, that's the best birth control
The ball heat the flow
So you know it's nothing to score, meetin some hoes
Tell my nigga Term bring mo weed to blow
And we gon have another orgy with hoes I never seen
before so...

[Hook: x2]
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I be f..ckin everybody (you goddamn right)
I f..ck fans

You you God... you you you God
You you you God... God
Goddamn right
Damn right
Damn right
Damn
Damn right

[Outro:]
Goddamn right ya'll
Look out for that new single
Brugal Pills
Produced by ATG
Video coming soon



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