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Fanta Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung GOD
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Michael Lisciandra




Yung GOD - Fanta Lyrics




She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta (Quali, Quali, Quali)
She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta

Ugh
Pineapple mixed with Qualitest
Pop another Percocet last one isn't working yet
Ask me if it's worth it yup say I'm a different person bet
They hate me in real life but they love me on the Internet
Low key intellectual
Spit fire bars perpetual
She all on my D and testicles
Telling me we should get sexual
I know the bitch won't let me go
Till she go down south like Mexico
Cut her off cold-hearted like a Eskimo
She still gas me up like Texaco aye
I'm lit I'm throwed (I'm lit I'm throwed)
I'm so high (I'm so high)
I'm trying not to close my eyes (I'm trying not to close my eyes)
I don't know if ima die (Die)
If I do (Do)
I swear it wasn't suicide (I swear, I swear)

She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta (Quali, Quali, Quali)
She a freak for the camera (she a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta

Ugh
Strawberry mixed with Hi-Tech
Pop another Percocet I ain't even high yet
Naw it ain't my time yet ain't my time to die yet
Flyer than a pilot gotta cup full of violet
And I been getting it
I don't really smoke but I hit the shit
The bitch is thick so I'm hitting it
Choke her out then I hit the bitch
Cause she asked me too (Real shit)
Look at all the muthaf*cking ass on you (God damn)
Keep the bitch in rotation
All the homies who I pass her to yeah (No cap)
Ugh I'm hella wavy (That's real for real)
Bitch it's f*ck you pay me (Them bills, them bills)
Feeling green I took a K.P (Them pills, them pills)
Doing drugs like the 80's (No feels)
Ooh

She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta (Quali, Quali, Quali)
She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta
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English

She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta (Quali, Quali, Quali)
She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta

Ugh
Pineapple mixed with Qualitest
Pop another Percocet last one isn't working yet
Ask me if it's worth it yup say I'm a different person bet
They hate me in real life but they love me on the Internet
Low key intellectual
Spit fire bars perpetual
She all on my D and testicles
Telling me we should get sexual
I know the bitch won't let me go
Till she go down south like Mexico
Cut her off cold-hearted like a Eskimo
She still gas me up like Texaco aye
I'm lit I'm throwed (I'm lit I'm throwed)
I'm so high (I'm so high)
I'm trying not to close my eyes (I'm trying not to close my eyes)
I don't know if ima die (Die)
If I do (Do)
I swear it wasn't suicide (I swear, I swear)

She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta (Quali, Quali, Quali)
She a freak for the camera (she a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta

Ugh
Strawberry mixed with Hi-Tech
Pop another Percocet I ain't even high yet
Naw it ain't my time yet ain't my time to die yet
Flyer than a pilot gotta cup full of violet
And I been getting it
I don't really smoke but I hit the shit
The bitch is thick so I'm hitting it
Choke her out then I hit the bitch
Cause she asked me too (Real shit)
Look at all the muthaf*cking ass on you (God damn)
Keep the bitch in rotation
All the homies who I pass her to yeah (No cap)
Ugh I'm hella wavy (That's real for real)
Bitch it's f*ck you pay me (Them bills, them bills)
Feeling green I took a K.P (Them pills, them pills)
Doing drugs like the 80's (No feels)
Ooh

She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta (Quali, Quali, Quali)
She a freak for the camera (She a freak, she a freak)
Pop a Perc crush a Xan up (Pop a Perc, pop a Perc)
I'm so lit I can't stand up (I'm so lit, I'm so lit)
Pour the Quali in my Fanta
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Writer: Michael Lisciandra
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