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4 my fans - lil blade lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, dnell)
yeah
you know what i’m sayin’? this for my fans, you know?
somethin’ missing
know, know it’s for my fans, i had to take it back to the day one flow, you know what i’m sayin’? (will you be?, uh)
this that, uh (that prince of the d right here)
(d*mn, wes)
2017 high school days (ayy)
still gettin’ busy, ya dig? (yeah)

[verse]
’bout to roll me up a ‘wood, i’m tryna put the liquor down
nah, i can’t be on camera, it’s a n*gga b*tch around
had to get back on my old sh*t, it done been a while
ever thought ’bout givin’ up on me? you might wanna stick around
it’s only the beginning, welcome to the lil blade show
ask about me, baby, take you places that he can’t go
all my hoes in check, yeah, they do just what i say so
had ’em on my line back when we was on tango
always been a star, nevеr came off the bench
lil’ bladе this and that, tell them boys get off my d*ck
tryna have a ball off in the club, i sent ’em home p*ssed
in her dm feelin’ brian because i don’t miss
i know god got plans for me, a couple of bands on me
i’m feelin’ like mad money, but nah, ain’t no crash dummy
remember times i was low, had to flash my mans money
but that’s past tense, now i got more paper than a d*mn [?]
they call me lvi, baby, do my dance for me
yeah, callin’ me a baby, but know i got cash money
slow grind better than no grind, but i like fast money
my lil’ ho just dropped a lady presi’ off her lash money
these n*ggas, i walk past ’em, they hoes call me handsome
told her when she done with dog, meet me at the mansion
asked what’s my name? she ain’t never get an answer
pulled up to the crib, hit her, told her call me casper (b*tch)
pandemic over, f*ck that money, i got more to get
i’m done messin’ ’round with these hoes, it ain’t no more to hit
i done did everything, i done did every chain
i done balled ’til i falled and ain’t had nothin’ to my name
and i still bounced back, and i’m still on my feet
these hoes on my d*ck, they see me and i don’t speak
these n*ggas still hatin’, tryna tell me that i’m arrogant, i might be
just know me and you ain’t no comparision
to the game, i’m a married man, i still love my b*tch too
told her baby, “i don’t wanna dance, it’s what my wrist do”
i don’t need no introduction, boy, that’s what my kit do
trust me, if i wasn’t me, n*gga, i’d be p*ssed too
i done had money, lost money, got it all back
lil’ b*tch was actin’ crazy, man, i had to fall back
best believe they play with me, then they gettin’ all whacked
i don’t even talk gangster, but this sh*t is all facts
seven*figure n*gga, remember hustlin’ for 10k
f*ckin’ with ray, ate stuffed chicken for a week straight
real p, young n*gga, still got my keepsake
walkin’ around in louis all day got my feet achin’
popped so much rose last night, it got my pee stankin’
too much red in my lambchops, they had to remake ’em
if i don’t condone d*ck suckin’, that ain’t me hatin’
knew my time was comin’, i just had to sit and be patient
[outro]
yeah
you know what it is, man, it’s lil blade
this for my fans, you know what i’m sayin’?
i really be sayin’ f*ck this rap sh*t, this fake*ass sh*t, man, but—
you know, i do this sh*t for y’all, man, y’all keep a n*gga goin’
i appreciate that sh*t
yeah, man, we do this sh*t for real, man, real life, dog
it’s gon’ get to the point y’all n*ggas only see me on tv or somethin’, man
on the red carpet, nephew, you dig?
talkin’ ’bout comin’ on the block
n*gga, ears blingin’, neck blingin’, wrist blingin’
got the hoes singin’
icewood, i love you, d*mn
aha
it’s like, nah, man
but on the real tip, though, i love y’all, man, i appreciate it
gon’ keep this sh*t goin’
and p.s
you ever hated or you switched up, n*gga, you gettin’ balled on, f*ck it
and that go for y’all hoes too
have my wifey pull up icy, you dig? (you dig?)

- lil blade lyrics

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