- Lil Tracy I Love My Fans 歌詞
- Lil Tracy
- Skressa
I love my fans, I love my fans (Yeah)
I love my mother****in fans (Yeah, yeah)
Okay (Yeah-Yeah)
Lets go, lets go (Yuh, okay-okay)
You know what Im sayin,
I dont have no kids, but I do got kids (Yeah)
These rap *****s my son
L-L-Leesta
I love my fans, without my fans
I wouldnt be **** (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my ass,
Its so expensive (Its so expensive)
We got champagne,
One sip cost more than your rent (Yeah, yeah)
These *****s lame, they wouldnt be rich
If I didnt exist (On God )
Why the **** these ***** ass *****s jock the swag?
(They jock my swag)
I cant be mad, this little kid wan be like his dad
(*****, Im yo dad)
Im eatin filet mignon,
Im sittin in first-class (In first class)
Im 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)
Ima grind til I fall like my dad with Tony Hawk (Okay)
Christian Dior jeans,
I dont think he can afford these (Okay, okay)
Im drippin in sauce, Im drippin in sauce ,
Im like a chef (Im drippin in sauce)
She sucked my ****,
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 aint even rich yet
I love my fans, without my fans
I wouldnt be **** (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my ass,
Its so expensive (Its so expensive)
We got champagne,
One sip cost more than your rent (Yeah, yeah)
These *****s lame, they wouldnt be rich
If I didnt exist (On God)
Why the **** these ***** ass *****s jock the swag?
(They jock my swag)
I cant be mad, this little kid wan be like his dad
(*****, Im yo dad)
Im eatin filet mignon,
Im sittin in first-class (In first class)
Im afraid to drop my song
Cause they gon steal that (Gon steal that)
Ya-dig
I dont know why he on my ****, my ***** Im straight
And yeah, we heard you was a rat, ** ***, Ima snake (Sss)
I got ice, and I got dough, I got some cake (Uh, yeah)
I love splurgin my stack at home the bank (Lets go)
Hold up, jumped inside a Porsche,
Im 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 (Its on the way!)
I play so hard, I drive that whip
Just like Im in a race (Skrt)
I was bad when I was a kid, now Im 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 )
Ima keep it one hunnid til Im in the dirt (No cap, no cap)
Ayy, rest in peace Lil Peep,
***** thats my twin (Yeah, that mytwin)
We used to rock them shows,
But the industry dont like friends
I got Moncler on my boot, who the **** is Timb?
I dropped eight racks on my suit , you can ask my friend
I love my fans, without my fans
I wouldnt be **** (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my ass,
Its so expensive (Its so expensive)
We got champagne,
One sip cost more than your rent (Yeah, yeah)
These *****s lame, they wouldnt be rich
If I didnt exist (On God)
Why the **** these ***** ass *****s jock the swag?
(They jock my swag)
I cant be mad, this little kid wan be like his dad
(*****, Im yo dad)
Im eatin filet mignon,
Im sittin in first-class (In first class)
Im 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****ing fans
Yea, I love my mother****ing fans
I love my mother****ing fans
I love my mother****ing fans
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