"She My Biggest Fan" lyrics

"She My Biggest Fan"

[Girl:] Now you wanna be all on me, when we was in the club you was dashing out, what was up with that?
[Guy:] What do you mean what was up with me in the club? The club ain't my scene, everybody checking you, checking me all flashy and shit. That's not my thing
[Girl:] You just boring
[Guy:] I ain't boring
[Girl:] [?]
[Guy:] If I'm so boring why you with me?
[Girl:] First of all, I ain't impressed by that, I'm with you because I'm boring too, alright

[Big K.R.I.T.:]
She my biggest fan, and I don't really know 'bout people
And I can't sing like Ne-Yo
Yea, she my biggest fan, she almost faint when I touch her
But, naw, I can't dance like Usher
She my biggest fan, and I ain't got money like Jay
But she love me anyway
Yea, she my biggest fan, I wasn't at a show when I met her
But I dig her forever cause
She my biggest fan

There really ain't no flashing lights
When I'm out here hustling, no paparazzi in sight
There ain't no scandal or hip hop panels
There will never be a Grammy sitting on my mantle
Or, I ask her but I roleplay wizzell
And she don't care that I can't act like Denzel
I put it down for her in the best way
I autograph a picture for her birthday
Yea, no Red Carpet events
Can't ball till I fall cause I gotta pay rent
But, she know I do the best I can
And she proud to know that I'm her man

She my biggest fan, and I don't really know 'bout people
And I can't sing like Cee-Lo
Yea, she my biggest fan, she almost faint when I touch her
But, naw, I can't spit like Busta
She my biggest fan, and I ain't got money like Wayne
But she love me anyway
Yea, she my biggest fan, I wasn't at a show when I met her
But I dig her forever cause
She my biggest fan

I ain't got the clothes or kicks
The condos or the fancy whips
Diamond chains with the matching wrist
I got one credit card and they might cancel it
The radio ain't never interviewed me
No T-R-L on M-T-V
No reality shows document on me
No screenplay performance on B-E-T
She ain't trippin', I won't get that large
In her eyes I know I'm still a star
But she know I do the best I can
And she proud to know that I'm her man

She my biggest fan, and I don't really know 'bout people
And I can't sing like Ne-Yo
Yea, she my biggest fan, she almost faint when I touch her
But, naw, I can't dance like Usher
She my biggest fan, and I ain't got money like Jay
But she love me anyway
Yea, she my biggest fan, I wasn't at a show when I met her
But I dig her forever cause
She my biggest fan

I might not sell a million records
Or be respected on a worldwide level
And I ain't been around the world like TIP
And I'll probably never sit down on 1-0-6
And I never get a call from Oprah like come through
Jump up and down for love like Tom Cruise
Hit home-runs like Barry Bonds do
That's with or without the juice
I love the way you do me
You nothing like a groupie
You satisfied with a starring role in my movie
On stage, grab my hand, and she won't let it go
Cause she always in the front row
My biggest fan

She my biggest fan, and I don't really know 'bout people
And I can't sing like Cee-Lo
Yea, she my biggest fan, she almost faint when I touch her
But, naw, I can't spit like Busta
She my biggest fan, and I ain't got money like Wayne
But she love me anyway
Yea, she my biggest fan, I wasn't at a show when I met her
But I dig her forever cause
She my biggest fan


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