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Lyrify.me

Danny Fanta by Ethan Young Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

{Chorus: bobby}
Just ran like Mario
Took your bitch, ain't sorry tho
With the red ferrari bro
B-12 thats a lot of dough
B-12 thats a lot of money
Dick big, yeah i know they tell me
Say shit, boy ill tell you run it
Say shit, boy ill tell you run it

[Chorus: yung young}
They really wanna test it
In case they dont get the message
We're so lyrically invested (???)
Stacking commas when im checkin'
Twenty twenties in my vision
Keep that open, my perspective
While my homies on a mission
When we die go straight to heaven

[Verse 1: bobby]
When we die go straight to heaven
Flow so mean, dont wanna test it
Car so mean im in a tesla
Cross you over i finesse ya
Take your bitch right out her panties
??? i got that phantom (?)
??? and now im faded (?)
You can't see me danny fanta
[Verse 2: yung young]
You can't see me danny phantom
Ima pull up with the heater
Got your girl, and ima eat her
She gulp it down ima need her
Ima hit it then i quit it
Toss that shit right off to bobby
Yeah we do this for a hobby
Fuck around and catch a body

[Verse 3: bobby]
Fuck around and catch a body
Yeah us really want the mazi
Pull a louie at the ???
All the ????? call me fonzi (?)
Cuz im dancin on these hoes
And im smoking down three O's
And i super soak your hoe
Now she checks im countin dough

[Verse 4: yung young]
Pull up now she wanna fuck
I pour tea up in my cup
Why she sayin that i suck
Cause i say she talk too much
I want the Gs in the whip
Im not drinkin after this
I just keep flickin my wrist
And wrist dont know where to sit
[Verse 5: bobby]
Because i got it
I flip it and then i flop it
Your girl, she like to top me
Im pretty these bitches flockin
Im ballin like i am
Cause i dont practice at all
I do is backhanded U (???)
Yeah you, you ain't about shit
Yeah we, yeah we say yung1s
And we, we like to have fun
Cause she, she is a ????
And you, you ain't the ?????
And yeah i am the great one
This weight about like two tons
And no, i dont have no gun
But yet my shot is A1

[Verse 6: yung young]
FUCK 12 AND FUCK 908
THEY ALWAYS GET IN MY WAY
AINT REALLY HAVE SHIT TO SAY
MY MOMMA RAISED ME THAT WAY
I WANNA SHAWTY WHO LISTENS
STAY UP AND FUCK ON MY FACE
I WANNA BABY WHO TRUST ME
WHEN I GOT SOME SHIT TO SAY
[Verse 7: bobby]
Aye, superly superb
Fuck and kick her to the curb
Im just rollin up my herb
You ain't ever fuckin heard
Of a killa like me
I take ya shit for free
Ballin in my white t
Ballin like mcgrady
Like to take your baby
Yeah they call me crazy
Some call me lazy
Cuz im leanin on the lean
Then i boot it off the beet (?)
You think your greens green (?)
Yeah your girl on my dick
So i scoop her in my whip

[Chorus: yung young]
Cuz she really wanna test it
In case she dont get the message
Go so lyrically invested
Stacking commas when we're checkin
Twenty twenties in my vision
Keep that open my perspective
All the homies on a mission
When we die go straight to heaven

[Chorus: bobby]
Just ran like Mario
Took your bitch, ain't sorry tho
With the red ferrari bro
B-12 thats a lot of dough
B-12 thats a lot of money
Dick big, yeah i know they tell me
Say shit, ill tell you run it
Say shit, ill tell you run it (run it)