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Fanta Video (MV)




Performed By: Lor Tye
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Tyrone Davis




Lor Tye - Fanta Lyrics




Yeah we score over here if you play with the team
Looking around like I don't know a thing

Tryna see what I'm on if you wanna come see it
I'm really bout action, better believe it
This might be a classic, huh
Had to get rid of the stash and go stuff in the Mattress

How the f*ck you bout money, huh
You go and spend it, my nigga you don't even stack it
You hustlin' backwards
Send my lil shorty, she come and deliver my package

Want to be top ten Forbes
I don't really care about bein' a top ten rapper boy you a top ten capper
That ain't your life lil nigga, so stop actin' like cappin

She want me lover
I'll love you forever
If you go to the store and go get me a Fanta
R.I.P. white boy came with the bag

City f*cked up so I ride with a mag
City f*cked up so I'm watchin' my back
City f*cked up so I wear me a mask
He done got hit that wasn't part of his plan

Thought I was sweet, I ain't goin' for nun
I should cry right now, bro back in the feds
Nigga die right now if you play with my mans
Nigga die right now

I put the work on the train and go hop on a plane
I'll fly right now
I got an addiction, I keep f*ckin' bitches
Shit, I'm gettin' high right now

And she know I'm a dog when I'm off of that 42
It's in my cup right now
Ain't kiss no ass to get to the top
Shit, I'm high right now

Yeah, it'll go down in this bitch
My youngin' got some shit to get off his chest
Better watch out when he swingin' that stick
Yeah, this shit off of love, we ain't payin' for hits

Yeah, these niggas ain't worth what I'm spendin' on clothes
Aint look out for your niggas, that shit is so pitiful
If My Brodie don't have it, give him something to hold
Yeah, we score over here if you play with the team

Looking around like I don't know a thing
Tryin' to see what I'm on if you wanna come see it
I'm really bout action, better believe it
This might be a classic, uh

Had to get rid of the stash and go stuff in the mattress
How the f*ck you bout money, uh
You go and spend it, my nigga, you don't even stack it
You hustlin' backwards, uh

Send my lil' shorty, she come and deliver
My package , want to be top ten Forbes, uh
I don't really care about bein' a top ten rapper
Boy You a top ten capper, uh

That ain't your life, lil' nigga, so stop all that cappin
She want me love her, I'll love you forever
If you go to the store, and go get me a Fanta
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English

Yeah we score over here if you play with the team
Looking around like I don't know a thing

Tryna see what I'm on if you wanna come see it
I'm really bout action, better believe it
This might be a classic, huh
Had to get rid of the stash and go stuff in the Mattress

How the f*ck you bout money, huh
You go and spend it, my nigga you don't even stack it
You hustlin' backwards
Send my lil shorty, she come and deliver my package

Want to be top ten Forbes
I don't really care about bein' a top ten rapper boy you a top ten capper
That ain't your life lil nigga, so stop actin' like cappin

She want me lover
I'll love you forever
If you go to the store and go get me a Fanta
R.I.P. white boy came with the bag

City f*cked up so I ride with a mag
City f*cked up so I'm watchin' my back
City f*cked up so I wear me a mask
He done got hit that wasn't part of his plan

Thought I was sweet, I ain't goin' for nun
I should cry right now, bro back in the feds
Nigga die right now if you play with my mans
Nigga die right now

I put the work on the train and go hop on a plane
I'll fly right now
I got an addiction, I keep f*ckin' bitches
Shit, I'm gettin' high right now

And she know I'm a dog when I'm off of that 42
It's in my cup right now
Ain't kiss no ass to get to the top
Shit, I'm high right now

Yeah, it'll go down in this bitch
My youngin' got some shit to get off his chest
Better watch out when he swingin' that stick
Yeah, this shit off of love, we ain't payin' for hits

Yeah, these niggas ain't worth what I'm spendin' on clothes
Aint look out for your niggas, that shit is so pitiful
If My Brodie don't have it, give him something to hold
Yeah, we score over here if you play with the team

Looking around like I don't know a thing
Tryin' to see what I'm on if you wanna come see it
I'm really bout action, better believe it
This might be a classic, uh

Had to get rid of the stash and go stuff in the mattress
How the f*ck you bout money, uh
You go and spend it, my nigga, you don't even stack it
You hustlin' backwards, uh

Send my lil' shorty, she come and deliver
My package , want to be top ten Forbes, uh
I don't really care about bein' a top ten rapper
Boy You a top ten capper, uh

That ain't your life, lil' nigga, so stop all that cappin
She want me love her, I'll love you forever
If you go to the store, and go get me a Fanta
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Writer: Tyrone Davis
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