Babyface Ray - #1 Fan lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - #1 Fan lyrics]
Keep playin' 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 fuckin' 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 comin'
You got your own bag, they can't take nothin'
Girl, I told you my rules
I ain't wifin' nothin'
I can't get away from you
Got me likin' somethin'
She told me 'bout her past
He ain't rightful for her
I let her see the bag, got her countin' money
She let me meet her friends
Now they wanna fuck me
I let her see the plug
She thought I was bluffin'
Top down in the moonlight either that
Or these motherfuckin' jewels bright
Right now
I'm runnin' 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 goin' 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 fuckin' 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 vibin', nigga
She understand when it's broke
It ain't nothin', it can be fixed
Club owners know me from the weed scent
Oh, you ain't trippin' 'bout the
Money, just the time, you don't need shit
I'ma keep it real, it can be spent
Ridin' with the glocky just for defense
I know you ain't trippin' '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
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 fuckin' 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 comin'
You got your own bag, they can't take nothin'
Girl, I told you my rules
I ain't wifin' nothin'
I can't get away from you
Got me likin' somethin'
She told me 'bout her past
He ain't rightful for her
I let her see the bag, got her countin' money
She let me meet her friends
Now they wanna fuck me
I let her see the plug
She thought I was bluffin'
Top down in the moonlight either that
Or these motherfuckin' jewels bright
Right now
I'm runnin' 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 goin' 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 fuckin' 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 vibin', nigga
She understand when it's broke
It ain't nothin', it can be fixed
Club owners know me from the weed scent
Oh, you ain't trippin' 'bout the
Money, just the time, you don't need shit
I'ma keep it real, it can be spent
Ridin' with the glocky just for defense
I know you ain't trippin' '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