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goobers - what the fruit?! lyrics

if you stepping b+tch you gon’ get shot
pull up on you i got 9 more dead opps
there ain’t no mess i can’t wash with this mop
if you tryn’ f+ck with me on your head there’s a dot
d+mn, can’t love a b+tch
if you spin, just know i got the switch
d+mn, my boy never miss
20k and it’s all on my wrist
if you creepin’ or steppin’ you best count your blessings b+tch i got a smith and a wesson
if you thinking of running up best get your gun up before i send yo ass to heaven
if you stepping b+tch you gon’ get shot
pull up on you i got 9 more dead opps
there ain’t no mess i can’t wash with this mop
if you tryn’ f+ck with me on your head there’s a dot
p+ssy lil b+tch boy tryna fight big ossi?
smoking a blunt while sitting on yo body
rolling in benz with ak and yo shawty
black tinted windows you know we getting naughty
ey a i bе smoking real sh+t you be smoking nun
i don’t need a b+tch but i know yo as is numb
you pull with a knife yеah i pull up with a gun
we ain’t talking a strife boy this is more fun

slap a b+tch if he be all up on my sh+t
but he not
i don’t feel bad cause he’s f+cking with a thot
like d+mn
i could count up all my bodies on a single hand
but his girlie keeps on stretching like a rubber band
look under the table, playing footsie with your b+tch boy
keep on talking tough, imma put you on a bench boy
league of legends i bet that your maining tahm kench boy
got a couple bolts loose, better grab a wrench boy
what the f+ck?
i said what the f+ck is up?
you said i should put ’em up, but you wanna dip and duck
b+tch you suck
sleeping with your girl, she been all up on my nuts
even with the allergies she like me, what the what?
“mxm” walk ’em down that’s a foul
pick it up and spin it back
sip it up stop looking back
man up i’m from the back
stand+up shock vac in mouth holdup
she wanna
tokyo drifting and pushing back on my feelings
i hit the city i’m livid life of luxury that i’m living
treading moving up cautiously ain’t n0body ahead of me
got a vendetta ready g what you doing infront of me
stop that mobbing in the mall i see an op i gotta stomp that
shawty got a little on her lip she gotta mop that
choppa keep on talking loud as f+ck i gotta hush that
groupie keep on wishing mxm she wanna meet that
tickets outta pocket cause for her i’m gonna freak that

two shopping carts sittin’ in my bedroom lobby
i raise ’em like my own but shopping really ain’t my hobby
mask off, boy i’m ready for the f+ckin’ weigh+in
two days left, man this sh+t really got me sayin’
what the fruit
what the fruit
what the fruit is goin’ on?
what the fruit
what the fruit
what the fruit is goin’ on?
what the fruit
what the fruit
what the fruit is goin’ on?
what the fruit
what the fruit
what the fruit is goin’ on?

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