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Willy Cardiac – Fan of Me Lyrics

Fan of Me By Willy Cardiac

Oh, oh , oh
Oh, oh

She say she wanna be friends with me
(She say she wanna, oh yea)
She say that she wanna be close to me (ah)
I know you just gonna fan on me
I know you just gonna play with me (ah)
But I can not fuck with fans
(fuck with fans)
I can’t fuck with you, oh now you mad?
(Oh now you mad?)
Broke your heart
So you can pack your bags (bags)
I can’t fuck with you coz’ you a fan

She say she wanna be friends with me
(She say she wanna, oh yea)
She say that she wanna be close to me (ah)
I know you just gonna fan on me
I know you just gonna play with me (ah)
But I can not fuck with fans
(fuck with fans)
I can’t fuck with you, oh now you mad?
(Oh now you mad?)
Broke your heart
So you can pack your bags (bags)
I can’t fuck with you coz’ you a fan

This just a freestyle bitch
That pop star shit
My niggas pop that shit
We run that shit
We run it back
Till you call it back
And we pop that shit
My bitch she bad
She gone Rodger That
I control that shit (huh)

Diamonds Micheal Jackson huh, thriller
My new bitch ass huh, thicker
Rockstar shit and I’m singer
Oh is that your Mister?
I thought he was your dealer

She say she wanna be friends with me
Friends with me
She say she wanna be friends with me
Friends with me (ah)
She say she wanna be friends with me
Friends with me
She say she wanna be friends with me
Friends with me (ah)

She say she wanna be friends with me
(She say she wanna, oh yea)
She say that she wanna be close to me (ah)
I know you just gonna fan on me
I know you just gonna play with me (ah)
But I can not fuck with fans
(fuck with fans)
I can’t fuck with you, oh now you mad?
(Oh now you mad?)
Broke your heart
So you can pack your bags (bags)
I can’t fuck with you coz’ you a fan

They can look but they can’t touch (No)
If they ain’t look she don’t want but that’s enough (yeah yeah)
I already know I’m easy to love (ey)
But trying to get my attention is gon be tough
I got a Ferrari with the top down (down down)
Bitch I’m not sorry, I’m on top now (now) (ey)
They ain’t heard R&B like my sound (negative)
Something like Marley mixed with Dogg Pound
DPG shit
I’m a don’t panic gangster
CPT raised product of the Angels
If you fucking with the music I wanna thank ya
But it stop right there cos my bitch is shanking

She say she wanna be friends with me
(She say she wanna, oh yea)
She say that she wanna be close to me (ah)
I know you just gonna fan on me
I know you just gonna play with me (ah)
But I can not fuck with fans
(fuck with fans)
I can’t fuck with you, oh now you mad?
(Oh now you mad?)
Broke your heart
So you can pack your bags (bags)
I can’t fuck with you coz’ you a fan

Ass so fat I can’t bend it over
Beat that pussy up
Make it go miles like a Martian Rover
She know that I’m popping
She won’t let me out
Rockstar lifestyle
No you can not take me out

My girls love molly
She know that when I pull up
It’s a party yea
2 girls 1 man, sorry uh
2 best friends
Yea the want me coz’ I’m popular