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lil tracy & lil kawaii - i love my fans lyrics

[intro: lil tracy & lil kawaii]
(skressin’)
i love my fans, i love my fans (yeah)
i love my motherf-ckin’ fans (yeah, yeah)
okay (yeah-yeah)
let’s go, let’s go (yuh, okay-okay)
you know what i’m sayin’, i don’t have no kids, but i do got kids (yeah)
these rap n-gg-s my son
(l-l-leesta)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: lil tracy]
i love my fans, without my fans i wouldn’t be sh-t (i love my fans)
i got balmain right on my -ss, it’s so expensive (it’s so expensive)
we got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (yeah, yeah)
these n-gg-s lame, they wouldn’t be rich if i didn’t exist (on god)
why the f-ck these b-tch -ss n-gg-s jock the swag? (they jock my swag)
i can’t be mad, this little kid wan’ be like his dad (b-tch, i’m yo’ dad)
i’m eatin’ filet mignon, i’m sittin’ in first cl-ss (in first cl-ss)
i’m afraid to drop my song ’cause they gon’ steal that (gon’ steal that)
ya-dig

[verse 1: lil tracy]
cash withdraw, blowin’ this bag at lenox mall (yeah, yeah)
count my money tall, slam dunk on tacko fall (yeah)
i’ma grind ’til i fall like my dad with tony hawk (okay)
christian dior jeans, i don’t think he can afford these (okay, okay)
i’m drippin’ in sauce, i’m drippin’ in sauce, i’m like a chef (i’m drippin’ in sauce)
she sucked my d-ck, 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 ain’t even rich yet
(yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

[verse 2: lil kawaii]
check my bank account, i can pay my rent now (okay, okay)
too much water on me, i got aquafina (yeah)
made some rackys off a black tee (racky, rack)
yeah, i’m in the h-llcat and it’s smashing (skrt, skrt-skrt)
i got bad b-tch, you got trash beats
you ain’t even got a house, how you got a patek
i ain’t even have a cent, that sh-t in the past tense (okay, okay)
i got water on my wrist, i got water in the sink
i ain’t playin’ with these b-tches
yeah, i’m playin’ with these bands
yeah, got them hundos, yeah, spend it on a bag (okay)
i don’t pop no pill, i be poppin’ all these tags
i got ferragamo loafers, i feel like a new man (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

[chorus: lil tracy]
i love my fans, without my fans i wouldn’t be sh-t (i love my fans)
i got balmain right on my -ss it’s so expensive (so expensive)
we got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (yeah, yeah)
these n-gg-s lame, they wouldn’t be rich if i didn’t exist (on god)
why the f-ck these b-tch -ss n-gg-s jock the swag (they jock my swag)
i can’t be mad, this little kid wanna be like his dad (b-tch, i’m your dad)
i’m eatin’ filet mignon, i’m sittin’ in first cl-ss (in first cl-ss)
i’m afraid to drop my song ’cause they gon’ steal that (gon’ steal that)
ya-dig

[verse 2: lil tracy]
i don’t know why he on my d-ck, my n-gg- i’m straight
and yeah, we heard you was a rat, b-tch, i’ma snake (sss)
i got ice, and i got dough, i got some cake (uh, yeah)
i love splurgin’ my stack at home the bank (let’s go)
hold up, jumped inside a porsche, i’m 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 alb-m on the way (it’s on the way!)
i play so hard, i drive that whip just like i’m in a race (skrt)
i was bad when i was a kid, now i’m worse (yeah, no cap)
my dad used to whip my -ss and it hurt (no cap)
now i could buy my dad a car and skrt-skrt (no cap)
i’ma keep it one hunded ’til i’m in the dirt (no cap, no cap)
ayy, rest in peace lil peep, b-tch that’s my twin (yeah, that my twin)
we used to rock them shows, but the industry don’t like friends
i got moncler on my boot, who the f-ck is timb?
i dropped eight racks on my suit, you can ask my friend
let’s go, i’m on a way to a billion, i’m on a way to a million
yeah

- lil tracy lil kawaii lyrics

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