no fan - lil blade lyrics
[intro]
(okay, you too hard)
(ddot cold as a motherf*cker, on god)
yeah
yeah
[verse]
listen, i be on some cool sh*t, you n*ggas talk too much
tryna bark, ain’t even got no ice, you need to talk to hutch
bad b*tches only for your baby, i don’t talk to mutts
you blowin’ up her phone, i just hit it, i don’t call her much
askin’ what i do for a living, i’m a boss, baby
i just let my neck and wrist flash, i don’t talk crazy
how you workin’ and ain’t gettin’ paid? i think your boss lazy
you can’t even know my b*tch name, just call her boss lady
you lil’ n*ggas peons, my wrist glow like neon
she had a n*gga, then she met me, i had to revise
denim tears on, i paid five hundred for these levis
know i’m smooth with my words, now she tryna read between lines
thought hе was doin’ somethin’ with that chain until he seen mine
b*tchеs tellin’ me my b*tch bad, yeah, i know she fine
n*gga get drunk and pop his sh*t, yeah, i know he lyin’
i pulled up on her in a sp*ceship, yeah, you know she ridin’
now she see me out and say i act like i don’t know n0body
ridin’ in a new coupe, you ridin’ in an older body
my b*tch look like nunu, but got a grown*woman body
i know that sh*t fufu, but i act like i don’t know about it
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