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Babyface Ray

#1 Fan

 

#1 Fan

(album: For You - 2020)


Keep playing with me, fool
Whatever I said, you feel me?
These niggas ain't even gotta ask me that type of shit
It's on (DJ Larry Love)

She my number one fan
Love how I say it, left her on read, I don't romance
I don't feel shit, girl, don't feel you, you fucking with my head
Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? You know it's money in the bag
Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds

One call and I know she coming
You got your own bag, they can't take nothing
Girl, I told you my rules, I ain't wifing nothing
I can't get away from you, got me liking something
She told me 'bout her past, he ain't rightful for her
I let her see the bag, got her counting money
She let me meet her friends, now they wanna fuck me
I let her see the plug, she thought I was bluffing
Top down in the moonlight
Either that, or these motherfucking jewels bright
Right now, I'm running from the devil for a new life
Pull them panties off lil' mama like a new pint
She said if love was a crime, she'd do life
Man, I live a life of crime, time to move right
She don't wanna leave me 'lone, damn, who am I?
I felt like going on the run, just you and I

She my number one fan
Love how I say it, left her on read, I don't romance
I don't feel shit, girl, don't feel you, you fucking with my head
Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle? You know it's money in the bag
Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds

She wanna fuck me on the meds now (She wanna fuck me on the meds now)
She wanna pop a Perc-10 now (She wanna pop a Perc-10 now)
She wanna fuck me off the meds now (She wanna fuck me off the meds now)
She wanna fuck me with her friends now
She my number one fan, yeah
She my number one fan now
See how we vibing, nigga

She understand when it's broke, it ain't nothing, it can be fixed
Club owners know me from the weed scent
Oh, you ain't tripping 'bout the money, just the time, you don't need shit
I'ma keep it real, it can be spent
Riding with the glocky just for defense
I know you ain't tripping 'bout a freak bitch
Hoes on my dick, it ain't no secret
Put you on the Isle for the weekend

Yeah
Put you in designer, what you see, get
Put you in finest, yeah, uh, uh
Yeah
You know I keep the weed lit, nigga
We lit, nigga, yeah

done

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