Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fan Mail , by - B.o.B. Release date: 11.05.2017
Song language: English
Fan Mail |
| What’s up with this faggot? |
| Fuck is with this nigga? |
| Why is he still rapping? |
| He even wears the fashion |
| Should’ve stuck to makin' pop commercial smashes |
| Seriously |
| That’s why people don’t take you seriously |
| That’s why we don’t wanna hear nothin' you say |
| 'Cause you ain’t the man that you appear to be |
| No, nigga, seriously |
| We don’t wanna hear your conspiracies |
| And we don’t wanna hear your political views 'bout extraterrestrial activity |
| Look, nigga, make up your mind |
| How much longer you gon' wait to decide? |
| You was kickin' some dangerous lines |
| Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time |
| Nigga, what’s up with you? |
| That’s why all my niggas don’t fuck with you |
| And that’s why we don’t come to your after parties |
| 'Cause we don’t wanna hang in the club with you |
| It’s only two type of niggas |
| A street nigga and a you type of nigga |
| A coon type of nigga |
| Prolly born with a new silver spoon type of nigga |
| A new type of nigga |
| A sell out surrounded by wealth |
| You should’ve been one of the greats |
| Now you just sound like everyone else |
| Hello? |
| Bob, what are you doin'? |
| What are you doin'? |
| You losin' your core, fan base and your viewers |
| Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music |
| Obviously you clueless, how I know? |
| 'Cause I’m Jewish |
| Oh, is that unruly? |
| For me to say so rudely? |
| What if I stand on trial? |
| What if I stand on jury? |
| What are we on TV? |
| Who’s the judge? |
| Judge Judy? |
| What am I supposed to return all these cars and jewelry? |
| Like I don’t even know how the flow supposed to go |
| Like I don’t even know how the show supposed to flow |
| Like I don’t even know how the beat supposed to sound |
| Like I don’t even know where the notes supposed to go |
| Like I don’t even know how my soul’s supposed to feel |
| Like I ain’t supposed to win, like I ain’t supposed to glow |
| But you’ll never understand the way that I think |
| If you ain’t grow up where they sold dope before |
| Oh, number one draft pick, number one draft pick |
| Oh, he’s nice for a black guy, oh, he’s smart for a rapper |
| Oh, that’s who he’s with? |
| Oh, she’s cute for a black chick |
| Oh, he’s actually cool, I went to school with him actually |
| Actually, he could’ve had a masterpiece |
| Now it’s just a fuckin' catastrophe |
| Anyway, get Fitz on the phone |
| Tell him send it over to mastering |