Lyrics:
Dreaming back in time Of the day we met by the sea I'm glad I don't regret any day Where I can call you My Kumquat Lady My Kumquat Lady Don't be hazy, oh I
Look at the pigeon talk look at the way they walk walk While they stopping they looking they flock flock They crowding they flapping they kumquats
Kumquat Comme quoi On Fait ce qu'on veut tu l'vois bien Sur 4 Sur 7 Temps On fait ça l'air de rien On appartient À aucun Clan On aime quand tout
I ain't been anywhere, Joe I didn't want to go, so I guess I'll never know, Joe An old stick in the mud, Bud I ain't been anywhere Kumquat
not Hole in my chest 'bout the size of a Kumquat I know who shot me 'cause I shot them But who set me up? I ain't trippin' but They think they
can do. Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone. Have a kumquat, have two! Everybody give a cheer. Santa Claus is sitting here. Mr. Goldstone I love you!
of a Kumquat I know who shot me cause I shot them But who set me up? I ain't tripping but (I wanna know) They think they know me But they do not know me 'Cause
a kumquat, have two! Everybody give a cheer. Santa Claus is sitting here. Mr. Goldstone I love you! Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll. Tell me any little thing
the whole neighborhood to a party on my block Rock a booty, juicier than a kumquat Boyfriend mean mugging, little buddy, fuck off Now take your shoes off
beaks, shocks (Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating) Tornados, crockpots, kumquats, baseballs, plants both big and small Oysters,
a joke? I'll have June recite a poem Have a lychee, Mr. Goldstone Tell me any little thing that I can do Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone Have a kumquat
Pickin' fruit off of a kumquat Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot Light upon my innervision searchin' for an answer Heredetory,
Denver Firefloodin' on my field Asshole's so dumb he wouldn't know a pisspot from a kumquat God, he could cost me a thousand barrels a day out of that
passent-elles? Chérubins inoculés Retouchez-moi les ailes Ça rime aquarelles Ça rime aquarelles Suzy Kumquat Dort entre deux nattes Se réveille au
baby girl let me Make you laugh Kumquat squat Gotta tone that ass Baby shake it Like its going out of style Feet go fast Hips running wild The way you
just the thing for you A lockdown and you'll never be passing through Kumquats just to show you care Make a honeypot and lure in all the bears Lately,
Watched the curve of the earth From the summit of a seesaw Roundabout when you slide out of view Like the segment of a kumquat Or tangerine,
if I give a hell I probably do not, too hot, 2Pac, Biggie, and Andre Not your typical rapper stick to the mundane Dumb bass leave your kumquat concaved
raid 'cause that mosquito won't get out So I slap it, to make that bitch come out Yeah, you're a kumquat, 'cause when that bitch comes in, she wants
Just did 100 chaturanga push-ups Bouta do 200 deep-thrust squats Did i say squats I meant to say eat 200 kumquats Coconut pineapple Ha what Aye keep
Deadshot Like a DC character and what not But I'm bearing ultimate fruits like a kumquat You dumb cocks
a piece in the glove box Fuck boys acting like some fruits, kumquats Can I get a drum roll, beef, let the gun smoke Rap from underneath, bringing heat like
hands, lands; these are things that God made Birds, trees, "these"; these are things that God made Stripes, spots, kumquats; these are things that God made
have a chill day so I Put on some Ski Mask the Slump God I'm finna bust me a four like a kumquat When I get home but first I gotta get there Lowkey kinda
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