Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song #1 Fan , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 16.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
#1 Fan |
| Keep playin' with me, fool |
| Whatever I said, you feel me? |
| These niggas ain’t even gotta ask me that type of shit |
| It’s on (DJ Larry Love) |
| She my number one fan |
| Love how I say it, left her on read, I don’t romance |
| I don’t feel shit, girl, don’t feel you, you fuckin' with my head |
| Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? |
| You know it’s money in the bag |
| Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds |
| One call and I know she comin' |
| You got your own bag, they can’t take nothin' |
| Girl, I told you my rules, I ain’t wifin' nothin' |
| I can’t get away from you, got me likin' somethin' |
| She told me 'bout her past, he ain’t rightful for her |
| I let her see the bag, got her countin' money |
| She let me meet her friends, now they wanna fuck me |
| I let her see the plug, she thought I was bluffin' |
| Top down in the moonlight |
| Either that, or these motherfuckin' jewels bright |
| Right now, I’m runnin' from the devil for a new life |
| Pull them panties off lil' mama like a new pint |
| She said if love was a crime, she’d do life |
| Man, I live a life of crime, time to move right |
| She don’t wanna leave me 'lone, damn, who am I? |
| I felt like goin' on the run, just you and I |
| She my number one fan |
| Love how I say it, left her on read, I don’t romance |
| I don’t feel shit, girl, don’t feel you, you fuckin' with my head |
| Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? |
| You know it’s money in the bag |
| Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds |
| She wanna fuck me on the meds now (She wanna fuck me on the meds now) |
| She wanna pop a Perc-10 now (She wanna pop a Perc-10 now) |
| She wanna fuck me off the meds now (She wanna fuck me off the meds now) |
| She wanna fuck me with her friends now |
| She my number one fan, yeah |
| She my number one fan now |
| See how we vibin', nigga |
| She understand when it’s broke, it ain’t nothin', it can be fixed |
| Club owners know me from the weed scent |
| Oh, you ain’t trippin' 'bout the money, just the time, you don’t need shit |
| I’ma keep it real, it can be spent |
| Ridin' with the glocky just for defense |
| I know you ain’t trippin' 'bout a freak bitch |
| Hoes on my dick, it ain’t no secret |
| Put you on the Isle for the weekend |
| Yeah |
| Put you in designer, what you see, get |
| Put you in finest, yeah, uh, uh |
| Yeah |
| You know I keep the weed lit, nigga |
| We lit, nigga, yeah |