Correction Lyrics Fanto by Lungskull

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(Luci4)
No dreads  , high packs
Build money up , stacked up inna door way
Kicked the door , we ain’t doing sh*t yo way
Finna put the medal to his head like crochet
Our squad don’t gotta do sh*t
We just wan blow just wanna be rich
In love with halo (ye dumb sh*t)
B*t*hes gon change b*t*hes gon dip
And i’m okay i’m up and just quit
Oh churro on the beat , that’s bro
Tell my ring all my feet all red dead
4 percs then we do the coke

I-i can remember i jug 2 kay
And thirty-fyve we do not play
There ain’t nun but shout out spayce
Just stand up we stuntin for days
And we for real , shyne out the cut
You got something on ya face
You gon pull up and then what
Dissinto uh flaming place
Ogs drum roll he got him tucked
Knock his body out of space
And i’m sippin’ on some stuff
Turn my kidney to disgrace
And i’m rocking out the b*t*h
Til’ i feel like i am safe
Only bands stickin out my damn door
N***a talking sh*t
Hit his damn throat
N***as know i got the f**king damn tote
(damn toke)

See me coming out the cut
Imma catch for a gram tho

(Cartis Bunny)
N***as know i got the f**king phantom
We sippin fanta every f**kin’ day
You know i pull up to ya crib
And you know we slay
Every f**king day , monday thru sunday
Yeah we slay

N***as know i got the f**king fanto
We sippin fanta every f**kin’ day
You know , we pray , to our god every day
She suckin’ on my d**k
Then she out my f**kin crib
Every f**king day , ye you know , we pray
We preachin to our god
She suck on my d**k , then out my f**king crib

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