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fan! - abn lyrics

[chorus: abn]
yuh, yuh
go, go (ahaha)
said i rock in the show with the mic in my hand
the glock in my pants and yo b*tch she a fan
say yo b*tch she a fan
gone off a ziggy yeah gone off a xan
if you ask a b*tch yeah im the man
you a fruit loop toucan sam
you cannot come to this land
you cannot come to this land
said i couldn’t but n*gga i can
when we pulled up yeah that n*gga had ran
makin’ all this money n*gga i scam
say he got drip but that n*gga wear vans
n*gga think he a thug better pull up his pants
(take the mic tho real quick)
[verse 1: bussred]
straight off the lot had to bag me some bands
f*ckin’ that b*tch i can tell she a fan
i up the choppa that n*gga he ran
smashing the party i do what i can
you up the smoke and my n*gga im puffin
all of yo homies my blunt get to stuffin
you pulling the plug b*tch i dont go for nothing
he say he want work i can tell that he bluffin’
now he on a tv now he on a shirt
all of his n*ggas gone roll in the dirt
im passin the rock like my nickname was dirk
[verse 2: abn]
and i f*ck from the back and she say that sh*t hurt
yeah im lastin’ n hour im gone off a perc
if that n*gga want smoke he get put on a shirt
and im shooting his body his face hit the turf
n*gga send me the addy you know we gone lurk
i made a opp dissapear like its magic
we slide on yo block and you know that sh*t tragic
now look at his body they wrap it in plastic
my n*ggas shootin’ they score in the basket
she suckin’ the d*ck turn around that b*tch nasty
put it inside she screamin’ and gaggin’
yeah we movin’ the packs and you know that we gassin’
say pass the blunt and you know im not passin’
got a white short b*tch on my d*ck yeah we smashin
look at the life that we livin’ its lavish
smoke 21 grams but no im not savage
n*ggas know we not normal and know we not average
2019 no im not in the picture
yeah i was down but my racks got lil bigger
n*gga shut the f*ck up before i f*ck on yo sister
yeah im pouring the lean, yeah im sippin’ the wok
after i f*ck, gimme the top
after i f*ck, she cannot walk
skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt off the lot
n*gga said he got it we know thats just talk
yeah we cleanin’ his block yeah we pull out the mops
pull’d up and knocked a n*gga out his socks
pull’d up and knocked a n*gga in his top
[outro: abn]
aye bro its 2020 n*gga
we actually doing numbers out here
we got 10k on ‘cadillac’
ima need the same energy
ima need the same energy
(we made it)
said im rockin’ the show wit the mic and my hand
the glock in my pants and yo b*tch she a fan

- abn lyrics

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