Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Love My Fans , by - Lil Tracy. Song from the album Anarchy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TORESHI
Song language: English
I Love My Fans |
| These rap niggas my son |
| L-L-Leesta |
| I love my fans, without my fans I wouldn’t be shit (I love my fans) |
| I got Balmain right on my ass, it’s so expensive (It's so expensive) |
| We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (Yeah, yeah) |
| These niggas lame, they wouldn’t be rich if I didn’t exist (On God) |
| Why the fuck these bitch ass niggas jock the swag? |
| (They jock my swag) |
| I can’t be mad, this little kid wan' be like his dad (Bitch, I’m yo' dad) |
| I’m eatin' filet mignon, I’m sittin' in first-class (In first class) |
| I’m afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (Gon' steal that) |
| Ya-dig |
| Cash withdraw, blowin' this bag at Lenox Mall (Yeah, yeah) |
| Count my money tall, slam dunk on Tacko Fall (Yeah) |
| I’ma grind 'til I fall like my dad was Tony Hawk (Okay) |
| Christian Dior jeans, I don’t think he can afford these (Okay, okay) |
| I’m drippin' in sauce, I’m drippin' in sauce, I’m like a chef (I'm drippin' in |
| sauce) |
| She sucked my dick, you gave her a kiss, boy, you a mess (Boy, you a mess) |
| Jumped off the porch, jumped in the whip, then I went West |
| Ten bands on my wrist and I ain’t even rich yet |
| I love my fans, without my fans, I wouldn’t be shit (I love my fans) |
| I got Balmain right on my ass it’s so expensive (So expensive) |
| We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (Yeah, yeah) |
| These niggas lame, they wouldn’t be rich if I didn’t exist (On God) |
| Why the fuck these bitch ass niggas jock the swag (They jock my swag) |
| I can’t be mad, this little kid wanna be like his dad (Bitch, I’m your dad) |
| I’m eatin' filet mignon, I’m sittin' in first-class (In first class) |
| I’m afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (Gon' steal that) |
| Ya-dig |
| I don’t know why he on my dick, my nigga I’m straight |
| And yeah, we heard you was a rat, bitch, I’ma snake (Sss) |
| I got ice, and I got dough, I got some cake (Uh, yeah) |
| I love splurgin', my second home the bank (Let's go) |
| Hold up, jumped inside a Porsche, I’m ridin' my horse today (Yeehaw) |
| I swear that boy be in the booth like «what would Tracy say» (Okay) |
| I work so hard, I work so hard, my album on the way (It's on the way!) |
| I play so hard, I drive that whip just like I’m in a race (Skrt) |
| I was bad when I was a kid, now I’m worse (Yeah, no cap) |
| My dad used to whip my ass and it hurt (No cap) |
| Now I could buy my dad a car and skrt-skrt (No cap) |
| I’ma keep it one hunnid 'til I’m in the dirt (No cap, no cap) |
| Ayy, rest in peace Lil Peep, bitch that’s my twin (Yeah, that my twin) |
| We used to rock them shows, but the industry don’t like friends |
| I got Moncler on my boot, who the fuck is Timb? |
| I dropped eight racks on my suit, you can ask my friend |
| I love my fans, without my fans, I wouldn’t be shit (I love my fans) |
| I got Balmain right on my ass it’s so expensive (So expensive) |
| We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (Yeah, yeah) |
| These niggas lame, they wouldn’t be rich if I didn’t exist (On God) |
| Why the fuck these bitch ass niggas jock the swag (They jock my swag) |
| I can’t be mad, this little kid wanna be like his dad (Bitch, I’m your dad) |
| I’m eatin' filet mignon, I’m sittin' in first-class (In first class) |
| I’m afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (Gon' steal that) |
| Ya- dig |
| I love my fans, I love my fans |
| I love my mother fucking fans |
| Yea, I love my mother fucking fans |
| I love my mother fucking fans |
| I love my mother fucking fans |