100 Fans Lyrics
Cuz if I only had a hundred fans
I'd take ‘em to dinner
Talk about the people that we used to be
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If I had a hundred fans
Fly ‘em all to Paris
Ain't nobody payin', I be buyin' the drinks
And we would party, and we would dance
And we would throw our goddamn hands
Until they turn the clouds, yea I got you now
If I only had a hundred fans
Life's too short to be an asshole
I think I learned that on my last flow
I think I learned that with the last ho
Forgot her name, that's the past though
And the teacher never had a lesson that I cared for
The preacher never had a God I was scared of
The people never had a place where they could share love
Took it away, I do it I do it because I care huh
So if you in the mood pippa
Least I could do is get food for the people
Love you so much, your dance flow is illegal
Got common sense, I do it for all the people
We could hit the beach in sunny California
Keepin' the flow hot so y'all ain't catchin' pneumonia
See I want it cuz I love you
And if I had a hundred fans
Damn, I would do exactly each one of you
Cuz if I only had a hundred fans
I'd take ‘em to dinner
Talk about the people that we used to be
If I had a hundred fans
Fly ‘em all to Paris
Ain't nobody payin', I be buyin' the drinks
And we would party, and we would dance
And we would throw our goddamn hands
Until they turn the clouds, yea I got you now
If I only had a hundred fans
Beyond the kind of shit you hearin' every day
The radio play got a nigga workin' like us J's
And rarely it's the one thing out the way
You turn to the game and you never learn how to play
Say you only 17 but you've got a son
Well you've gotta learn to rub beneath the apple bun
The world is yours, it's almost done
Like when you started backtracking ‘em and askin' them where the hell is the passion gone
The microphone, America's next top in the ash and rock
10 bit as then at the sea
I pretend to be you, you pretend to be me
Cuz if I only had a hundred fans
I'd take ‘em to dinner
Talk about the people that we used to be
If I had a hundred fans
Fly ‘em all to Paris
Ain't nobody payin', I be buyin' the drinks
And we would party, and we would dance
And we would throw our goddamn hands
Until they turn the clouds, yea I got you now
If I only had a hundred fans