You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Lets keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Lay them bitches down if they keep testin who we are
They aint on my level they aint even up to par
Came in with yo man and now he's hoppin in my car
Pistol whip that bitch and now she's leavin with a scar
I'm in a lion's den with a meat cleaver I'm leaving pussys with a severed head
Cameras on its a light show my twins flash when I pop the led
Better bitch givin better head
Torture bitches till they better dead
You f*ckin with the Queen of Queens
That's some stupid shit that no one ever said
You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Lets keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Ok look
Wildboi in the mf building
I push it to the mf limit
Start praying I hunt it I kill it
Ion get cotton mouth you can tell the way I'm spittin
Push my buttons I'll push one button
Everyone of y'all can get it Ion do no fibbing
New coupe
Hoppin on the interstate bitch I'm on fire i incinerate
Passin up 59 told your hoe let's 69
HIT after HIT after HIT there's Minute Maid
Don't play wit me bitch I'm grounded
Short circuit temper surrounded
Your bars so sad (sad)
If I got the blues they counted
Tired of this labor I'm crowning
Now I'ma big head dick head that's where the crown is
You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Let's keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Laura Lynn - StoryMode (feat. WildBoiJames) Lyrics
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You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Lets keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Lay them bitches down if they keep testin who we are
They aint on my level they aint even up to par
Came in with yo man and now he's hoppin in my car
Pistol whip that bitch and now she's leavin with a scar
I'm in a lion's den with a meat cleaver I'm leaving pussys with a severed head
Cameras on its a light show my twins flash when I pop the led
Better bitch givin better head
Torture bitches till they better dead
You f*ckin with the Queen of Queens
That's some stupid shit that no one ever said
You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Lets keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Ok look
Wildboi in the mf building
I push it to the mf limit
Start praying I hunt it I kill it
Ion get cotton mouth you can tell the way I'm spittin
Push my buttons I'll push one button
Everyone of y'all can get it Ion do no fibbing
New coupe
Hoppin on the interstate bitch I'm on fire i incinerate
Passin up 59 told your hoe let's 69
HIT after HIT after HIT there's Minute Maid
Don't play wit me bitch I'm grounded
Short circuit temper surrounded
Your bars so sad (sad)
If I got the blues they counted
Tired of this labor I'm crowning
Now I'ma big head dick head that's where the crown is
You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Let's keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Lets keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Lay them bitches down if they keep testin who we are
They aint on my level they aint even up to par
Came in with yo man and now he's hoppin in my car
Pistol whip that bitch and now she's leavin with a scar
I'm in a lion's den with a meat cleaver I'm leaving pussys with a severed head
Cameras on its a light show my twins flash when I pop the led
Better bitch givin better head
Torture bitches till they better dead
You f*ckin with the Queen of Queens
That's some stupid shit that no one ever said
You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Lets keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Ok look
Wildboi in the mf building
I push it to the mf limit
Start praying I hunt it I kill it
Ion get cotton mouth you can tell the way I'm spittin
Push my buttons I'll push one button
Everyone of y'all can get it Ion do no fibbing
New coupe
Hoppin on the interstate bitch I'm on fire i incinerate
Passin up 59 told your hoe let's 69
HIT after HIT after HIT there's Minute Maid
Don't play wit me bitch I'm grounded
Short circuit temper surrounded
Your bars so sad (sad)
If I got the blues they counted
Tired of this labor I'm crowning
Now I'ma big head dick head that's where the crown is
You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some lean or pop you a zan
Let's keep it crystal I'm just a bitch and thats who I am
I aint never met a bitch thats pressin me
Let a bitch come with that beef I got the recipe
You ain't never been in school so why you testin me
If If If you thinkin less you get the best of me
Nothin you could say to me
Hatin bitches stressin thats okay with me
Story mode on bitches you can't play with me
Fakin you ain't nothin that you claim to be
What you claim to be
Writer: Laura Valencia, James Campbell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid