Lyrics:
gobbling the last fruit
Its tongue working like an engine
A lone sweet drop tumbling by some miracle
Into my mouth like the smell of someone I've loved
started talking there was never mutes
I remember she looked cute in boots
And now she's delicious like an apple fruit
There goes my baby, there goes my
and sugar phone and salty boots
But you don't know, I have the gum gun fruit!
It's too late mantis-babe
Pif paf bey bey
You were brave
I am running
intravenous
It's war and we fighting for inches and millimetres
Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
If we don't give them martyrs no
you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
corpse scores more gore, yet can't afford the bill
Malefactor, benefactor on a dilapidated tractor
Who steady gathers the rotten fruit from the seeds that
cnd like Galatians 5, I just give 'em some fruit
No I'm not wastin' time; I just give him the boot
'Cause though Satan had tried, no; I will not be
Jack of all trades, enjoying my day. Having broke friends is how you get betrayed
Worn out boots, success spreads like cascades. It's hard to go
suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you gonna-be, wanna-be, when will you learn
Wanna be like Cool
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
in brother?)
But I've been stallin
Afraid to be caught in a coffin (oh no no)
Cannon crap shoot
Your dads gave you the boot (hah)
But I bought all my
back
Into his bleeding tummy
Muffled battle tunes
Hum and rattle through the shrapnel wounds
Crushing out the fluid of the fruit's
Of war like apple
These niggas they hungry to shoot
Like woody I'm giving em boot
I'm looking right at her caboose
She lovey, I'm drinking her juice
These niggas they
Each morning, day and night
On a near by shore line
Beneath them open skies
Where blue waves gently flow by
Friends of all ages happily smile
As they
the leaves drop and I watched every color fucking change
You was supposed to be by my side like sunshine after rain
We could watch the sunset from my crib, I'm
real, yo
We murder by numbers
Tastin' cheeba, sippin' tea in a coupe
Silencer, that's
Lay you under cars eat your fruit
Will more stripes than Adidas set
And dining on a box of Fruit Loops
I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand
headshot
Bed-rocking, Knockin' Da Boots
Wanna be my side kick now I'm calling him boots
Wanna Moneybagg nigga that say it taste like fruit
Smoother than you
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
a second, make your DJ look blind
So all you jerry-curl suckers wearin' high-heel boots
Like ballerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-loop troop
All you
up with girls that
Were smokin' the buds
Nah, passion like fruit
Weed in the back of my boot
Still back at my dudes
Can't stop with the raga-bond dues
on my dental
Taught the fruit how to eat itself
I'd do the same damn thing
Stuck on the shelf
And this a long damn flight
To be by myself
Its not my damn
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