lonelyfans from traphouse dropout by jakewolf
Tracklist
| 2. | lonelyfans | 2:35 |
Lyrics
lonelyfans, lonelyplans,
shorty sellin’ pics out the back of a sedan
told her “do you, boo, you don’t need no man”
but if you feelin’ cold, come and call yo dad
lonelyfans, open tabs,
clickin’ on her link while i’m countin’ up racks
she sendin’ hearts, i’m sendin’ back
my girl said she could fix her, if she don’t mind facts
bitch so bad, made a grown man cry
booty lookin' photoshopped — she swear it’s real, i let it slide
she be twerkin’ on a ring light, twerkin’ in the mirror
caption say she lonely, so i told her i’m near her
got a pocket full of lube and a bag full of ones
used to pimp hoes, now i just fund they fun
nah i ain’t trickin’, this a tax write-off
plus she moanin' my name when the cam light's off
ass like jello, face like a doll
she don’t want love, just a dm call
baby say she broke? lemme fix that, quick
but don’t come cryin' when my baddie talk slick
lonelyfans, lonelyplans,
shorty sellin’ pics out the back of a sedan
told her “do you, boo, you don’t need no man”
but if you feelin’ cold, come and call yo dad
lonelyfans, open tabs,
clickin’ on her link while i’m countin’ up racks
she sendin’ hearts, i’m sendin’ back
my girl said she could fix her, if she don’t mind facts
yeah, she in the trap wit a tripod stand
clickin’ her tongue, got a loyal fan
talkin’ 'bout goals and brand deals
but she ain’t paid rent and her phone's on standstill
she told me, “daddy, i’m tryin’ my best”
i said, “that’s cool, now go clean that mess”
my girl in the back just rolled her eyes
she said, “baby girl, you livin’ in lies”
she could be your mommy, if you take the heat
but she gon’ make you cry before she make you sweet
it’s a cold game, but you got that drive
you just need a coach who ain’t tryna lie
get yo bag
fix yo head
take that pic
pay yo rent
(haaa)
i ain’t judgin’
but you buggin’
send that tip
if you love him
lonelyfans, lonelyplans,
shorty sellin’ pics out the back of a sedan
told her “do you, boo, you don’t need no man”
but if you feelin’ cold, come and call yo dad
lonelyfans, open tabs,
clickin’ on her link while i’m countin’ up racks
she sendin’ hearts, i’m sendin’ back
my girl said she could fix her, if she don’t mind facts
she don’t need no knight, she need clientele
she said “you my daddy,” i said “girl, oh well”
my girl on her line, tellin’ truth like hell
said “be a boss bitch, or go get help”
