F.A.N. Lyrics – Genie Midas

F.A.N. Lyrics by Genie Midas

Fake #ss n#gg# x 12
U’z a f.a.n., u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake)
Get the f#ck from around me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (u a lame)
I know u wanna be me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (u f#ckin up the game)

U can never get like me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (wasn’t there in the rain)
I kan’t hang wit u, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (when i was in pain)
I do what u do times 2, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (more bodies than pain)
Yo’ b#tch stick 2 me like glue, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (flyin’ like a plane)

U’z a fake #ss n#gg#, u’z a fake #ss n#gg#
Got 2 keep it real, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Give a f#ck ’bout how u feel, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Told my b#tch, put on your heels, u’z a fakе #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)

Her booty so-so-so-so real, u’z a fakе #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Growin’ up as a kid, man, i used 2 respect ya
Stay on top like a lid & u snitch more than an inspector
Say that u can beat my bid? well, my lions they gon’ inspect ya

Red beams on your ribs, got more gadgets than the inspector
U’z a b#tch & that’s for real, ain’t nobody respect ya
U’z a snitch & that’s for real, put u right there with the inspector
U say u gon’ beat the god? ain’t nobody expect ya

Both hands on the bible & i’m lyin’ 2 the inspector
p#ss# n#gg#, i got skills, that’s why they gon’ suspect ya
Don’t let them broke n#gg#s around u, they gon infect ya
They gon’ see u pause the game, then they gonna select ya

Told me: ”geni€, u the man! that’s why they gon’ elect ya!”
U’z a f.a.n., u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake)
Get the f#ck from around me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (u a lame)
I know u wanna be me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (u f#ckin up the game)

U can never get like me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (wasn’t there in the rain)
I kan’t hang wit u, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (when i was in pain)
I do what u do times 2, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (more bodies than pain)
Yo’ b#tch stick 2 me like glue, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (flyin’ like a plane)

U’z a fake #ss n#gg#, u’z a fake #ss n#gg#
Got 2 keep it real, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Give a f#ck ’bout how u feel, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Told my b#tch, put on your heels, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)

Her booty so-so-so-so real, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Walk my path & it narrows it
Walk the light & it shallows it
Take the throne & it pharaoh’s it

Spit my game & she swallows it
Study me like some hieroglyphs
They study me like some hieroglyphs
b#tch, i’m runnin’ game like i’m michael vick

b#tch, i’m runnin’ game like i’m michael vick
Gotta move it fast, gotta move it quick
She goin’ down south, all she do is lick
Her #ss nice & she hella thick

Lookin’ 4 your b#tch, well, she on my dick
U’z a f.a.n., u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake)
Get the f#ck from around me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (u a lame)
I know u wanna be me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (u f#ckin up the game)

U can never get like me, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (wasn’t there in the rain)
I kan’t hang wit u, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (when i was in pain)
I do what u do times 2, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (more bodies than pain)
Yo’ b#tch stick 2 me like glue, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (flyin’ like a plane)

U’z a fake #ss n#gg#, u’z a fake #ss n#gg#
Got 2 keep it real, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Give a f#ck ’bout how u feel, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
Told my b#tch, put on your heels, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)

Her booty so-so-so-so real, u’z a fake #ss n#gg# (fake #ss n#gg#)
p#ss#
I remember when u got your #ss beat, n#gg#
That’s 4 not minding your f#ckin bu$in€$$

Talk about my girl, my life like u livin’ it, n#gg#
Is u high, n#gg#?
Next time, i’mma pull up by myself in your hood, snitchin’ #ss n#gg#
You gon’ meet your f#ckin maker

I promise
You gon’ be lookin’ 4 your saver
You gon’ be lookin’ 4 your f#ckin saver, man
Geni€ mida$

Trillionaire
Get on my level
At least try 2
Yeah
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Genie Midas Lyrics – F.A.N.

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F.A.N.