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Juice Wrld - Dirty Fanta Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Lex Luger on the beat
It's Swerve WRLD, bitch
Swervo, what you on nigga?
G-G-Gas Team
Skrrt
Ha-ha
Uh

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
Uh (Yeah), he know (Yeah)
Ain't with the fighting at all (Yeah, yeah)
Gun on my hip, that's my cheat code (Yeah)
Two percs, I'm nodding off (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in Dior having a ball (Ball)
Me and Swerve, we gon' ball (Ball)
So much money, can't spend it all (All)
Big ole .40 in my drawers (Drawers)
All my demons sinister, uh (Yeah)
Someone get a minister, uh (Yeah)
Blue pills to the face (Yeah)
Pour up the lеan to finish it off (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feel likе Lenny Kravitz (Kravitz)
In some Gucci glasses (Glasses)
Goddamn, that boy stylish (Stylish)
Hollow points, that boy wildin' (Wildin', uh)
[Verse 2: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
All my young niggas grew up wildin', CJ kept it silent
So much money that's coming, keep piling (Uh)
Put 250 off in an island
Say he from the east side, pull his file then
Running everything past on the island
Niggas was violent, used to be a child then
Three hundred thousand, whips, no mileage (Err)
And I'm dripping all in sauce like Alton
You get money, dial in
Get money, don't worry about niggas, don't get too much money
You get money, smile then, you pussy
Fuck nigga and you must be hatin' on me
You say I'm broke, how I am?
This rap shit fuel too many ho niggas
Every day, I be ready to throw the towel in
Gorillas, wolves when we howling
Gotta feed 'em, they stomachs growling
On the hunt, you don't eat if you don't kill nothin'
Get yo' ass up, make a nigga proud then (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Uh, make me proud (Make me proud)
My niggas on the prowl (On the prowl)
Pull up in that ghost (Ghost)
So my crib look like a haunted house, uh (Haunted house)
Smoking loud (Loud)
Yo' weed don't make a sound (At all)
What, you got a seven? (A seven?)
I'm smokin' out the pound (Out the bitch)
Ayy, yo (Yo)
My niggas on the roll (On the roll)
If it's about the dough ('Bout the dough)
We gon' lose control, ayy (Lose control)
Oh, I had to let you know (Ayy, oh, let you know)
Load the choppa up (Load the choppa up)
Cock it back and let it go (Let it go)
I put a brick on my wrist, dancing
Clean ass nigga with some dirty Fanta (Uh-huh)
Feel like a dog in the Rick Owens (Uh-huh)
Your bitch did all of the clique, she going (Yeah)
Your bitch did all of the Coke, it's snowing (Yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, ya' know (Know)
Big money, CEO, business suit with a Draco (Oh)
[Open Verse]

[Outro]
G-G-Gas Team