1982

1982 - F*ck Fans lyrics

rate me

I get around, yo!

Ah, I fuck bitches in the bathroom

Rubbing no rubber, rubber duck in the bath

Like you playing with your mother

I’m a rude motherfucker

Bitch you suck, I get fresh everyday

Call me mister tux,

And bow tie, no lie, I’m so fly

Got my whole tribe just close by

With 45, we bee room raiding

No reality, tv, I come on your bitch

Bad and pass her to ed, pass her to stat

Like that will be that

Sniff jack, give her a pack,

She wobbling back

I’m after the L, ask why, motherfucker

45, that will leave you paralyzed my nigga

D to the r, ug to the s homie

Drive a lex homie that’s a gs homie

You ain’t a teacher don’t test homie

You like the New Tork knicks, you a mess homie

[Hook] x 2

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I fuck fans

Listen the game don’t stop, show you how to do this

And you lames gonn watch, when I come around

See these thank hoes flock

So you know it’s nothing to get them

Undercovers, it’s like a plane close cop

She gives me her all in exchange for a cock

She just love how real I am

That’s how I real I am

The charm and wit it’s masturbate

So I’m fucking while you still home and masturbate

He yo, it’s drastic, the way I smash it, then i pass it

Then turn behind her back, it’s like magic

Fly nigga, style, you can’t paralele

Can’t most stunners cool jays like a pair of L’s

She come back for more cause I tear it well

Slim waist, ass fat, skin caramel

The fly women is the groupie love

Gather on more, and come give me some groupie love

[Hook] x 2

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I fuck fans, yeah

Ah, I fuck fans, you pussies be holding hands

And I sold grams to little kids and old men

Let the door slam, and the pimp slap

Coming, my bitch fresh like veggies

Make you cry like an onion

I’m alive and I’m gunning

So fuck out my way do

Stat turn easy, we a tribe called truth

Check my air nike flights

They white and high price

I be fucking everyday, homie go and get your wife

Listen, unless she on crack,

She ain’t never gonna see a rock

I keep a chick mouth wide like she in shock

Game tight, never bursting hoes

Spray in the face, that’s the best birth control

The ...floor, so you know it’s nothing

To score me some hoes

Tell my nigga turn more weed to blow

And we’re gonna have another orgy

With hoes I never seen before so

[Hook] x 2

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I be fucking everybody, you god damn right!

I fuck fans, yeah.

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