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lil blade - haters turn to fans lyrics

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[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
and my b+tch so bad, got ’em lookin’ at me crazy
my wrist on flash, bought this b+tch to make a statement
went and chased a bag, i got tired of bein’ patient
now these hoes mad, when they call, leave ’em waitin’
still keep it cool, but ain’t sh+t ’bout me basic
them m’s on the way, i swear to god i can taste it
too grown for the games, where your friend if you playin’?
all your haters gon’ turn to fans when you make it (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
yeah, moncler jacket, ain’t sh+t ’bout me average
baby, i’m the whole package, you don’t like it, get to packin’ (b+tch)
yeah, prada skully on but i don’t do no cappin’
i be wrappin’ ‘bows, three times do the rappin’
yeah, 40 hangin’ on my hip, i ain’t never lackin’
i can tell you ain’t the plug ’cause you h+lla taxin’
if you borin’, i don’t want you, like my hoes nasty
still’ll go and put it on, i like my hoes classy
yeah, louie jacket with the matchin’ boots, yeah
back to back with pay, we in a matching coupe, yeah
once you make the money, gotta stack it too, yeah
just to hear me talk, gon’ be a stack or two, n+gga
[chorus]
and my b+tch so bad, got ’em lookin’ at me crazy
my wrist on flash, bought this b+tch to make a statement
went and chased a bag, i got tired of bein’ patient
now these hoes mad, when they call, leave ’em waitin’
still keep it cool, but ain’t sh+t ’bout me basic
them m’s on the way, i swear to god i can taste it
too grown for the games, where your friend if you playin’?
all your haters gon’ turn to fans when you make it (yeah)

[verse 2]
yeah, told her give me head, use your hands with it
scrollin’ through the ‘gram, i’m like, “d+mn, i hit some bad b+tches”
hold my own weight, you had to go and bring your mans with you
tryna ball on me, gon’ have to bring you in and stash with you, n+gga
i ain’t for the games, i’m just runnin’ it, yeah
gotta come and cash it out ’cause i ain’t frontin’ n+ggas
lil’ ho, you should be glad you even touched a n+gga (b+tch)
nah, i ain’t arrogant, i just don’t f+ck with n+ggas
yeah, loose joggy, i don’t do the nike, yeah
thuggin’ with my b+tch ’cause these hoes trifflin’, yeah
put it on for real, i’m my own stylist
i just go and get the money, don’t promote violence

[chorus]
and my b+tch so bad, got ’em lookin’ at me crazy
my wrist on flash, bought this b+tch to make a statement
went and chased a bag, i got tired of bein’ patient
now these hoes mad, when they call, leave ’em waitin’
still keep it cool, but ain’t sh+t ’bout me basic
them m’s on the way, i swear to god i can taste it
too grown for the games, where your friend if you playin’?
all your haters gon’ turn to fans when you make it (for real)



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