for my song, I said "Well here I am, I'm just another one night stand Anyway I don't know why I'm sad for my fan club" Waiting for an autograph, well
Translation: The Damned. Fan Club.
waiting for my song I said Well here I am I'm just another one night stand Anyway I don't know why I'm sad For my fan club Waiting for an autograph
I could say to myself was, "Damn.." The night the shit hit the fan [ Shawnie Shawn ] Man, man, man I understand... (The night the shit hit the fan)
mixtape.. my nigga but if you gon do it remember that ?track? we started on? You, you, you go ahead and put that on there. Sez you wanna do a damn mixtape
like Indian hair Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here I mean if you a fan I consider you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn All
shake that thing You could drive a horny nigga insane How'd you get all that ass in the jeans You can let it all pop out on me Sliding down the pole making sexy faces Niggas in the club
's always like Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon' roll up in the club and then report
is burning up the club now Stop, Drop n roll This girl is on fire (She's hot hott) She's on fire (She's hot hott) She is burning up the club now Stop
tilt)and this chain on my chest man I wear nuttin less den a grand (grand) man (man) a whole duffle bag full of rubberbands Damn (damn) soulja boy da
beautiful to be found It's goin' down down (Verse 2 - Flo Rida) Hey Shawty must know I'm not playin' My money love her like a numba one fan Don't look
"Fan Club" is recorded by The Damned. This is a punk cover only. Well I'm craving for a cigarette Hey give me a light Feeling kind of thirsty Give me
' been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island hand me jack daniel's, spray paintin' the die hard fan little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn
it Wait a minute let me ask you again Am I just jerkin the chain, am I bizerk or insane Or am I just one of them damn amateurs Workin' the damn camera
like a motherfuckin' punk, fuck that, bla bla I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit, Trick Trick Quick come pick me up, bring them guns Come to the club
You and your girls lookin so damn cute Here is a bottle for you and you Drink it up, let's turn it up Everybody in the club put your glasses up Yeahh
save the world, then on Friday I hit the club Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses Niggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn
rap So if you're mixin with GarageBand, videos on the Flip cam I'm a big fan - you got more (Hart) than (Bret - The Hitman) But shit damn, it's the pinnacle
