"Fruit" lyrics
"Fruit"
Yeah
(4Bombs, baby)
She know that pussy water, she don't eat nothin' but fruit (Skrrt)
She know I'm far from home, just wan' have sex on the phone
A thousand bucks a squirt
She say she like my Mojave Ghost
I got the bomb and went to work and bought another Ghost (Skrrt, skrrt, pull up)
In the kitchen cookin' the nina, got jungle fever
Before I fuck you, baby, where my manners? Mrs. Fiji
Fuck the police, like I'm Dr. Dre, Ice Cube and Eazy
I really make this trappin' look easy
Snatchin' a nine out a brick, okay
Diamonds around my wrist, okay
Ain't wine and dine no bitch, okay
Drop the bitch off in the trenches, ayy
Put the lil' bitch in kitchen, ayy
Deep fry all my chickens, yeah
Money long, Oprah Winfrey, ayy
Crack a brick, look like it dentures, ayy
.44 in my skinny jeans, rock it like I'm Billie Jean
Stars in my ceiling mean, umbrella
I'm still sippin' on Promethazine, but don't tell her
She say she really havin' Fiji, baby, pills make her wetter
I'm a narcotics seller, take them bags wherever
She see my diamonds dancin' on FaceTime, wan' fuck me wherever
Patek Philippe bezel, stepped up my standards
Tra-tra-trap-trap in Atlanta, yeah
She know, when I get home, we fuck on the counter, yeah
She know that pussy water, she don't eat nothin' but fruit (Skrrt)
She know I'm far from home, just wan' have sex on the phone
A thousand bucks a squirt
She say she like my Mojave Ghost
I got the bomb and went to work and bought another Ghost (Skrrt, skrrt, pull up)
In the kitchen cookin' the nina, got jungle fever
Before I fuck you, baby, where my manners? Mrs. Fiji
Fuck the police, like I'm Dr. Dre, Ice Cube and Eazy
I really make this trappin' look easy (Hit it, hit it)
Water whippin', trappin', that pussy gotta be Fiji
Booty Tempur-Pedic, I squeeze on it when I beat it
Skeet on me, got water, that Florida water
No need to hurry, yeah, the doc come here for surgery, yeah
I broke her back, she askin' me for Perc'ys, yeah
FaceTime with a Persian bitch, diamonds on St. Brick
Trap spot like Waffle House, four forty-eight to a nick'
In the kitchen, I flirt with the fish, Jazze Pha my wrist
Sherbet bags smell like piss
My bitch from Calabasas, she eat fruit, salad and fish
Umbrella, umbrella, double R
Sippin' the Act' out the double cup
I'm leanin' when I pull up
I'm leanin' when I pull up, yeah
She know that pussy water, she don't eat nothin' but fruit (Skrrt)
She know I'm far from home, just wan' have sex on the phone
A thousand bucks a squirt
She say she like my Mojave Ghost
I got the bomb and went to work and bought another Ghost (Skrrt, skrrt, pull up)
In the kitchen cookin' the nina, got jungle fever
Before I fuck you, baby, where my manners? Mrs. Fiji
Fuck the police, like I'm Dr. Dre, Ice Cube and Eazy (Fuck 'em)
I really make this trappin' look easy (Fizzle)
And a nigga bet' not come you the wrong way (Wrong way)
Shawty, you know that I fuck wit' you the long way (Long way, yeah)
Fizzle, Fizzle in this bih' (Fizzle)
Longway
Fizzle, Fizzle in this bih', yeah-yeah (Longway)
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mixtape:
"The Blue M&M 3" (2017)
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