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Plugg Akachi beats Say, look These the fruits of my labor, y'all should eat your veggies Benjamin's look blue as fuck, something like blueberries Said your bitch a virgin, I'm gon' pop her cherry Three cell phones, they Apple, my whip is on twenties Lean, that's in my cup, too, haters, tell 'em "Fuck you" I came in an Caddy, you still in my rear view Surgery on grapes, uh, yo' bitch want a date, uh Gucci with the BAPE shorts, all these niggas fake, uh Always go bananas, I pass it, Joe Montana Pineapple Fanta, bro, mix it with a Xanax Shout out to the pears, I pull your bitch hair I just ate a pomegranate chilling on the stairs I be on another planet, smoke up in the air, bitch Shout out to my slime, yuh, lean, that lemon-lime, yuh Mix up in the Sprite, yuh, Rollie, perfect time, yuh I said my Rollie perfect time, yuh These the fruits of my labor, y'all should eat your veggies Benjamin's look blue as fuck, something like blueberries Said your bitch a virgin, I'm gon' pop her cherry Three cell phones, they Apple, my whip is on twenties SongtexteLean, that's in my cup, too, haters, tell 'em "Fuck you" I came in an Caddy, you still in my rear view Surgery on grapes, uh, yo' bitch want a date, uh Gucci with the BAPE shorts, all these niggas fake, uh Not much rhymes wit' pumpkin, we shoot 'em, we don't jump him Technically tomato, you niggas do not run shit Avocado guac, I be getting Guap New whip, drop my top, your bitch is a thot I'm gon' give her eggplant, smoking on headband New whip, color olive, and all my fit is name brand, bitch Bitch, Gucci, new whip, color olive, haha, look We shoot at your eyelids, like Chillin' on a island, bitch It's Joey Mm Mm, mm, mm, mm Aus Songtexte Mania