Fan Girl

Lyrics: Araya Jones/LaVonte DuSean Daniels/TORYE D. BROWN Music: Araya Jones/LaVonte DuSean Daniels/TORYE D. BROWN Cut this on if you ready to vibe Tell the Dj to play this song if you to vibe Cut this on if you ready to vibe Tell the DJ to play this song We only came to party and **** it up Where the bottles at let me pour it up Don't ask me what I'm drinking baby whatever's in my cup you know we burning one a groot full of that gas On the way to the spot the hot boxing will everlast The club is packed and I'm ready to party for real I see you moving on the dance floor I admire your skills think I'm crushin’ on you like lil Kim Lil’ shawty doo wop got me chasing that thang like Lauryn Hill Here to have a good time baby I understand Glo got her stopping at the stop light yelling aye with her friends Normally here with her man but tonight she Queen Latifah Living single Hi my name is Black Sora it's nice to meet you And tonight we going One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles I'm pulling up I need some facetime I ain't never been known to waste time I treat a problem like a blunt, that mean I face mine Five foot something, fat as **** beneath her wasteline I like to strum it while I stroke it This a baseline pipe down Six in the chamber We cuts lights out Baddie and her bestie, the liquor gone bring the dyke out My energy shifted They was slipping, sliding,riding While we switching positions Girl I love how that thang was gripping The lingo Like Ven aqui baby need me a freak ho We ****ed in her Mercedes Her people gone call the people It's missionary sex and we hunching under the steeple A shot of the holy water I'm washing it down with evil like One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles I said Turn me up now This is my shit I got 4 to 5 hits in the club It feels good baby let me pour it up See my niggas we ain’t never gave a **** I said turn me up now This is my shit my fit So clean to the sole Break ya back down Let me see ya get low Ha ha ha ha We love these hoes It was Friday. We gettin’ high day. We hit the highway The fly way I’m looking fly bae Now send em my way I’m serving drippage like 2 buckets of honey Serve him kitty on a stick and tell him run me my money So then crew hit the celly like we bout to hit the club brown in my cup It got me ****in’ bitches up Kicking down the door And landing hella uppercuts You bitches ****ing up my vibe I’m so now I’m ****ing on crush I quit One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles We Outside One for the money Two for the show Three for the hoes Four bottles One for the Two for the Three for the Four bottles We outside One for the Two for the Three for the Four bottles We outside