I Luv Her!
(Haha, it's Fanta)
(I love her)
(I love her, I love her, I love her)
(I-I-I-I, I love her)
(Yeah, I love her)
Yeah, can't live without her
(Can't live without her)
Yeah, I tell her "these other hoes they don't matter"
Chill in the back of the whip and I'm takin' her clothes and handling business
She know her body fire
And she be goin' to gym and she handling fitness
(She handling fitness, uh)
Late in December, I'm blastin' music
I'm seven feet tall and I'm playin' that center
Ain't playin' 'wit niggas, I'm gonna go up (Kay)
And I'm goin' on TikTok and get my a hitter
I got on my shirts and I'm actin' a fool
My diamonds they dance
They fuck around put you in trans
These niggas be hatin', and fakin', and snakin', but end of the day
These niggas gon' end up my fans
Uh yeah, back of the Bach and we ridin' two seater
Uh huh, I tell her "these bitches can't come no where near me"
That cheatin' and lyin' not in me!
I'm speedin, I'm speedin' the whip
I promise that gun on my hip
I shoot you make you do a flip (Brrt)
Grab her back and then kissin' her lips
My bitch and she thick and she shakin' her hips (Shakin' her hips)
(Yeah), I love her (I love her)
I love her (I love her)
I love her, I love her
I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her (Yeah)
(Casualty!)
(Haha, It's Fanta)
(I love her)
(I love her, I love her, I love her)
(I-I-I-I, I love her)
(Yeah, I love her)
Yeah, can't live without her
(Can't live without her)
Yeah, I tell her "these other hoes they don't matter"
Chill in the back of the whip and I'm takin' her clothes and handling business
She know her body fire
And she be goin' to gym and she handling fitness
(She handling fitness, uh)
Late in December, I'm blastin' music
I'm seven feet tall and I'm playin' that center
Ain't playin' 'wit niggas, I'm gonna go up (Kay)
And I'm goin' on TikTok and get my a hitter
I got on my shirts and I'm actin' a fool
My diamonds they dance
They fuck around put you in trans
These niggas be hatin', and fakin', and snakin', but end of the day
These niggas gon' end up my fans
Uh yeah, back of the Bach and we ridin' two seater
Uh huh, I tell her "these bitches can't come no where near me"
That cheatin' and lyin' not in me!
I'm speedin, I'm speedin' the whip
I promise that gun on my hip
I shoot you make you do a flip (Brrt)
Grab her back and then kissin' her lips
My bitch and she thick and she shakin' her hips (Shakin' her hips)
(Yeah), I love her (I love her)
I love her (I love her)
I love her, I love her
I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her (Yeah)
(Casualty!)
(Haha, It's Fanta)
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