This chick goes to school In her brand new Benz It?s filled with her friends But when the day ends its, it?s colder She just found out her parent?s marriage
Was Pretty Sweet Got New Clothes From My Head To My Feet The Second Was Even Better Then The First I Got A New Phone With Cool Ring tones On The 3rd Came
[Chorus:] Its a small world after all Its fan Its fan you know what the name is Spitting rhymes you know what the game is I goy some stuff I wanna
I'm Fan_3 better be sure where to find me (where) I'm at the club with my girls right behind me personality infectious one look can be blinding give
this situation that I'm feeling is jacked [Chorus:] I wouldnt call him fly suspenders and a bow tie I wouldnt call him the man but he can still hang with the fan
I am the best there is I'm fan_3 and I handle my biz I'm not universally known But I'm known to leave the speakers blown See, I gotta get it pumpin'
Gimmie a little more than candy. Rap so everybody pot your hands together and clap. You rememebr the good ol days back in school. When you tried your
(Yeah) Hey-Whats Up-Hey Just In Case/ Cheak My Pace I rock this place/ So I'm in your face Cause I got what it takes I wanna see you back up Don't
I can tell you all the truth tonight To say the things to you I knew would hurt inside Just because Im down its no excuse To take the way I feel in out
me lookin for the key to release that first piece Three times two is six, Pete is one-three I'm the other half, known as the other trey Tourin to wild
my website Usin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats' beats Cause y'all producers are weak and wouldn't co-sign the beef Usin' that beat like you a fan of
Pit" This is my body, this is my bread and all that other shit I smother shit, blood comets at the purple hand I'm not a fan So deep in the dark with
gon do nothing, get em) [Verse 1: B.G.] It's like B. Gizzle, the world wide ghetto pass I'm reppin nigga, take a flight to them other land I fear God
this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness [Hook] [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan
want fi land, gal dem want mi HAND Gal dem want a man fi mek dem spin like a FAN Cho dem want di long mawga man, BUT ANYWAY Chorus Verse 3: Gal
the time to leave the plan of the dot Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later bop Paper this ass wax bangers the shit done hit the fan locs
was beatin... in the other room, not yet abused by time, I saw the whole world through that girls eyes its kinda crazy though *How Tiiiiime fliiiies* [Verse 3
to rhyme What you lookin' at is somethin' that's before their time Like the number 2-3 in the red and black Mr. 106 & Park is back...HOLLA! I do it like no other
