Lyrics

I ain't talkin' 'bout my real fam Talkin' 'bout dirty - Fan, fan, groupie, groupie (Damn, Trademark!) Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Makin' posts like we was somethin', baby, all I did was - Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Tellin' people we was somethin', baby, all I did was - They ain't nothin' but some Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan "Nardo, what's her name? Didn't you hit her?" I don't be knowin' their names, I go by pictures (I go by pictures) She cryin' 'cause I played her, go buy tissues (go buy tissues) She ain't used to guys like me, I know her - (uh-huh) Break her back, and I tell Tutu, "Call my phone, so I can leave" (so I can go) She get up and walk me to the door, got carpet burn all on her knees (carpet burn all on her) She kinda tall, well I'm a monkey, look at me, I'm climbin' trees She say I knocked on her peir, look at me, I'm bangin' Bs Don't give a - about no -, call yo' uncle, daddy, brother I'm the stepper that's gon' stomp when it come time to be a stomper I don't like the baggy jeans 'cause it be hard to tuck my cutter Put my finger in that other hole 'cause she like when I do it (like when I do it) She so petty, she get mad whenever her friends go on my music (friends go on my music) Make everybody dance, how the - they dance? I don't know, I guess this chopper sound like music I keep that stick by the bed like I'm Aiden (like I'm Aiden) I wore a rubber, - still screamed, "Baby" You was a nut, honey, you was not my lady Got her out of Carolina, whip turned her crazy Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Makin' posts like we was somethin', baby, all I did was - Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Tellin' people we was somethin', baby, all I did was - They ain't nothin' but some Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan
Writer(s): Horace Walls, Tyler Maline, Mingus Willems, Filip Kozak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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