Girl, you got a fan, uh
You so mothaf*ckin' fancy
And your jewelry look like candy
Tryna turn them legs into Bambi
Girl, you got me feelin' randy
F*ck the Plan B (yeah)
I'll take care of you
Like soul food
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Girl, you got a fan
You so motherf*ckin' fancy (fan)
I need your body on the beach (fan)
Come and meet me in Miami
You smell rich as f*ck
I swear I'm not just tryna f*ck
You what we call "Black Girl Magic"
Drive a Rolls Royce truck with an ass that stop traffic
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy (you so motherf*ckin' fancy)
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Let's make a plan
She finally full, finally full and nasty
I'm tryna come, tryna come, catch me
Shaniqua Williams (Shaniqua Williams)
Fresh out the Carolinas (the Carolinas)
Girl, you got it
Shout out to Raleigh
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Girl, you got a fan
The-Dream - U Got a Fan Lyrics
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Girl, you got a fan, uh
You so mothaf*ckin' fancy
And your jewelry look like candy
Tryna turn them legs into Bambi
Girl, you got me feelin' randy
F*ck the Plan B (yeah)
I'll take care of you
Like soul food
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Girl, you got a fan
You so motherf*ckin' fancy (fan)
I need your body on the beach (fan)
Come and meet me in Miami
You smell rich as f*ck
I swear I'm not just tryna f*ck
You what we call "Black Girl Magic"
Drive a Rolls Royce truck with an ass that stop traffic
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy (you so motherf*ckin' fancy)
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Let's make a plan
She finally full, finally full and nasty
I'm tryna come, tryna come, catch me
Shaniqua Williams (Shaniqua Williams)
Fresh out the Carolinas (the Carolinas)
Girl, you got it
Shout out to Raleigh
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Girl, you got a fan
You so mothaf*ckin' fancy
And your jewelry look like candy
Tryna turn them legs into Bambi
Girl, you got me feelin' randy
F*ck the Plan B (yeah)
I'll take care of you
Like soul food
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Girl, you got a fan
You so motherf*ckin' fancy (fan)
I need your body on the beach (fan)
Come and meet me in Miami
You smell rich as f*ck
I swear I'm not just tryna f*ck
You what we call "Black Girl Magic"
Drive a Rolls Royce truck with an ass that stop traffic
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy (you so motherf*ckin' fancy)
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Let's make a plan
She finally full, finally full and nasty
I'm tryna come, tryna come, catch me
Shaniqua Williams (Shaniqua Williams)
Fresh out the Carolinas (the Carolinas)
Girl, you got it
Shout out to Raleigh
Girl, you got a fan
With that drip game on you
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna do ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Yup, I call her "Drip Game Shorty"
You so motherf*ckin' fancy
Tryna love ya 'til them legs go Bambi
Call me Michael Myers, come through lookin' for the candy
Girl, you got a fan
Girl, you got a fan
Writer: Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.