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Nardo Wick - Fan Hoes (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler David Maline
Tyler David Maline
Songwriter
Filip Kozak
Filip Kozak
Songwriter
Mingus Willems
Mingus Willems
Songwriter
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trademark
Trademark
Producer
igunek
igunek
Producer
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
Recording Engineer
Mingus Willems
Mingus Willems
Producer

Lyrics

Hm (I ain't talkin' 'bout my real fam') fan, groupie, groupie, fan (Talkin' 'bout dirty -) fan, groupie, groupie Fan, fan, groupie, groupie Fan, fan (damn, Trademark!) Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Makin' posts like we was somethin', baby, all I did was - (all I did was -) Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Tellin' people we was somethin', baby, all I did was - They ain't nothin' but some Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan "Nardo, what's her name? Didn't you hit her?" I don't be knowin' their names, I go by pictures (I go by pictures) She cryin' 'cause I played her, go buy tissues (go buy tissues) She ain't used to guys like me, I know her - (uh-uh) Break her back, and I tell Tutu, "Call my phone, so I can leave" (so I can go) She get up and walk me to the door Got carpet burn all on her knees (on her) She kinda tall, well, I'm a monkey, look at me, I'm climbin' trees She say I knocked on her pier, look at me, I'm bangin' Bs (Ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, yeah) Don't give a - about no -, call yo' uncle, daddy, brother I'm the stepper that's gon' stomp when it come the time to be a stomper I don't like the baggy jeans 'cause it be hard to tuck my cutter Put my finger in that other hole 'Cause she like when I do it (like when I do it) She so petty, she get mad Whenever her friends go on my music (friends go on my music) Make everybody dance How they dance? I don't know I guess this chopper sound like music I keep that stick by the bed like I'm Aiden (like I'm Aiden) I wore a rubber, - still screamed, "Baby" You was a nut, honey, you was not my lady Got her out of Carolina, whip turned her crazy (uh, whip turned her) Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Makin' posts like we was somethin', baby, all I did was - Why these - cappin' on my name? (Why they do that?) Tellin' people we was somethin', baby, all I did was - They ain't nothin' but some Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, fan, groupie, groupie, groupie, groupie, fan, fan Fan, groupie, groupie, fan Fan, fan, groupie Groupie, groupie, fan, fan, groupie, groupie Fan, fan, fan Ha
Writer(s): Horace Walls, Tyler Maline, Mingus Willems, Filip Kozak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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