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Savvy Melado & DoeSkool - Fanta Colors
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sharonnie hamrick
sharonnie hamrick
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DeQuondre Wilson
DeQuondre Wilson
Songwriter
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DoeSkool
DoeSkool
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Lyrics

Roll the dice I'ma take a chance, this one might be it A walking lick, she starring at me Glizzy on me, though it was my dick Ain't no mind games, toat them thangs Bitch, I think I'm James Hit her sideways in the jungle Bitch, I can't be tamed Ain't got no manners, she still wanna fan us I can't fuck with no movies, the U.S been playing us Kicking shit like karate, I feel like the panda I got ladies in all colors, the owner of Fanta Yeah, yeah I'm rolling the dice I'm doing it twice Put that on my life I'm striking tonight They throwing the rice The money my wife I feel it tonight The feeling is right I keep it tucked, but I'm willing to fight I gotta make it back home tonight Stay out the way 'cause I'm loving my life She call me bae cause I'm fuckin' her right They be like "Doe, I gotta know?" "What is that makin' yo pockets bulge?" I be like "huh?" "fuck is you on?" I wasn't lucky, my nigga, I'm grown I got it right I was doin' some wrong Get you some knowledge and put yourself on Pull up at night and she wearing a thong Bitch, ima dog I just wanna bone Bone, bone, bone, bone Bone, bone bone Bitch, ima dog I just wanna bone We do it in harmony like bone Bone, bone, bone, bone Bone, bone, bone Tell me what you gonna do When it ain't nowhere to hide? Roll the dice I'ma take a chance, this one might be it A walking lick, she starring at me Glizzy on me, though it was my dick Ain't no mind games, toat them thangs Bitch, I think I'm James Hit her sideways in the jungle Bitch, I can't be tamed Ain't got no manners, she still wanna fan us I can't fuck with no movies, the U.S been playing us Kickin' shit like karate, I feel like the panda I got ladies in all colors, the owner of Fanta Yeah, yeah Hold on lil nigga You talking bout something You better be talking bout payday Fuck what the hate say You say I shit, I hit up yo mommy I flew her and hit in Zembabwe Certified lover boy I be in the sheets while eating that pound cake Dark shades on Prolly thought I was gonna say say something bout Stevie Long range holmes Scope with a beam prolly hit while you playing P4 Leave me alone After I nut, I better hear the door knob at the front door I know how Boosie we feeling When they had deleted his IG and he made another one Thought it was spiritual healing how she dreaming bout me Inside of her while I'm away from her She said she want some spiritual healing Yea, swear that know how Boosie be feeling She said she want some spiritual healing Yea, swear that know how Boosie be feelin Roll the dice I'ma take a chance, this one might be it A walking lick, she starring at me Glizzy on me, though it was my dick Ain't no mind games, toat them thangs Bitch, I think I'm James Hit her sideways in the jungle Bitch, I can't be tamed Ain't got no manners, she still wanna fan us I can't fuck with no movies, the U.S been playing us Kickin shit like karate, I feel like the panda I got ladies in all colors, the owner of Fanta Yeah, yeah
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