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scarlip & tata - fruity pebbles lyrics

[intro]
(chee on the beat)

[verse 1: scarlip]
b+tch, i’m smoother than a baby ass
see through ’em like a cup of glass
red beam, that’s that n+gga ass
and i got a couple hundred in the stash
you better knuck if you buck, n+gga
don’t got a beam, you in luck, n+gga
hundred choppers, leave you stuck, n+gga
and i empty the clip on them f+ck n+ggas

[chorus: scarlip]
that n+gga fruity, just give him a pebble
i don’t think he can handle this metal
n+ggas talkin’, but quick to reb+ttal
i talk to my angels, but dance with the devil
i swear that boy is a dumb+dumb (dumb+dumb)
bullets gon’ fill up his tum+tum (tum+tum)
bon appétit, n+gga, yum+yum
just call him ricky the way that he run+run

[verse 2: scarlip]
see, timmy? he was an average kid
but me, i was a savage kid
i walk in the spot, start blastin’ sh+t
if you give mе a gun, then i’m blastin’ it
f+ck all that beef, yo, i’m tryna get chicken
my young n+ggas wеnt out on a mission
she said she hot, well, i need me a witness
how you got a deal, but you still in the trenches?
i told my baby to get an abortion
never lackin’, i’m christopher walken
i know it’s lookin’ like i do not care
but i want you to know that i think of you often
i got a b+tch named riri (riri)
i cannot wait ’til she see me (see me)
she get more wetter than fiji
she wanna f+ck ’cause she see me on tv
[chorus: scarlip]
that n+gga fruity, just give him a pebble
i don’t think he can handle this metal
n+ggas talkin’, but quick to reb+ttal
i talk to my angels, but dance with the devil
i swear that boy is a dumb+dumb (dumb+dumb)
bullets gon’ fill up his tum+tum (tum+tum)
bon appétit, n+gga, yum+yum
just call him ricky the way that he run+run

[verse 3: tata]
my arm made of steel, i walk around with metal
and if he got beef, it’s nothin’ we can settle
in the spot, on, yeah, everybody, i’m not dancin’
a n+gga try me, he dancin’ with the devil (p+ssy)
a demon, i pull up on him and i’m squeezin’
i leave him, i promise you better believe it
d+mn, bad b+tch, hide the knock where her weave is
b+tch, i want everything ’cause i need it (’cause i need that sh+t)
d+mn, d+mn, like
how you go to the store to buy drip and then die in that fashion? (and then die in that sh+t)
everybody gon’ freeze when these bullets start taggin’ (grrt, boom)
they don’t wanna play no more, throw the flag in
but i thought rule number one no lackin’
i’m laughin’, i’m tired of these n+ggas keep cappin’ (these n+ggas be cappin’)
i’m off the julio, i swear i’m not crashin’
i walk through the front, n+gga, give me my backend (just give me that sh+t)
[chorus: scarlip]
that n+gga fruity, just give him a pebble
i don’t think he can handle this metal
n+ggas talkin’, but quick to reb+ttal
i talk to my angels, but dance with the devil
i swear that boy is a dumb+dumb (dumb+dumb)
bullets gon’ fill up his tum+tum (tum+tum)
bon appétit, n+gga, yum+yum
just call him ricky the way that he run+run

- scarlip tata lyrics

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