Music Video

Flyana Boss - Fondue (Lyric Video)
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flyana Boss
Flyana Boss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobbi LaNea
Bobbi LaNea
Songwriter
Folayan Kunerede
Folayan Kunerede
Songwriter
Mark Gozman
Mark Gozman
Songwriter
Pierre-Antoine Melki
Pierre-Antoine Melki
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pierre-Antoine Melki
Pierre-Antoine Melki
Producer
Marky Style
Marky Style
Executive Producer
Roy Boukris
Roy Boukris
Mastering Engineer
Guy Gabriel
Guy Gabriel
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Uh huh uh huh) He lookin' at my (Uh huh) Can't have me I'm like (Nuh uh) I know you want my (Fanta, Fanta what) Don't say nothin' I see you like you open Submit your application baby You just might get chosen Got no type And no time for dudes that do (No I don't) I know what I like Make me melt like fondue Got no type And no time for dudes that do (No I don't) I know what I like Make me melt like fondue Match my fly Compliment my energy I'm the vibe Divine femininity Boy quit playin' What is it that you sayin' Don't beat around my bush Just tell me what you wish Wish wish Shoot your shoot like Swish swish Eat that meat Like I'm at Ruth Chris When it come to uh huh He numero uno I think I want his babies Knock me up like Juno I want a black man That don't cheat The type to help me with my Groceries But never trust a beanie And a smile Could lose yourself 8 mile He Tom petty I don't care if the head's steady (Uh huh uh huh) He lookin' at my (Uh huh) Can't have me I'm like (Nuh uh) I know you want my (Fanta, Fanta what) Don't say nothin' I see you like you open Submit your application baby You just might get chosen Got no type And no time for dudes that do (No I don't) I know what I like Make me melt like fondue Got no type And no time for dudes that do (No I don't) I know what I like Make me melt like fondue You don't know about my milkshake I got that sweet secret sauce So tasty Blackberry bomb Got 'em all shakin' They try to swipe But I decline If it don't break bank Yeah my braids hang like Medusa They lining up to turn to stone I put the pressure to you Leave you better than you were before Like sway I got no type and Like slim ya jimmy right Yeah you fucking with a queen That's right That's right (Uh huh uh huh) He lookin' at my (Uh huh) Can't have me I'm like (Nuh uh) I know you want my (Fanta, Fanta what) Don't say nothin' I see you like you open Submit your application baby You just might get chosen Got no type And no time for dudes that do (No I don't) I know what I like Make me melt like fondue Got no type And no time for dudes that do (No I don't) I know what I like Make me melt like fondue
Writer(s): Pierre Antoine Melki, Mark Gozman, Folayan Kunerede, Bobbi Lanea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out