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the sweetest fruit - camoflaw lyrics

(hook)
man, f*ck the designer, b*tch i rock the fruit of loom
walked up in the room, they never say “who is you?”
hold 2 clips, i ain’t ever scared to shoot
but on god, i ain’t never caught a case like a movie
all up in my hoodie, you my lil buddy
at the end yeah i always knew that you would wanna f*ck me
ysl on my body cause we got ’em all snotty
yeah you got a lot of bodies, i don’t give a f*ck about it

(verse)
big rocks, might as well call me chain gang
two whips, but we driving in the same lane
always hot, man i’m really starting to hate la
but i can never hate my city, yеah that sh*t lame
big bird, yellow lamb in the parking lot
got it for you еven though you break my heart a lot
you don’t bite like a dog, but you bark a lot
still the highest in the room like i’m travis scott
swervin in that benzo, yo main b*tch gave top, hoe
she love the b*lls like lonzo, my neck wet, no tahoe
i’m running from the cops, hoe, im getting chicken, roscoes
big bag, no costco, at the kickback, ronaldo
i need my sh*t like pr*nto (i’m just having fun, hoe)
caked up, like a funnel (all up in her tunnels)
couped up at the palazzo (hit it during the night, hoe)
then i took her to milano (i’m iced out, big rocks)
big rocks on my chain, i won’t ever complain
my b*tch so fine, i thought she was mary jane
how she get badder than my pink plain jane
i don’t even know, i get to hit it every day
hit it every day, every week, every month
i love it too much, and i’m starting to blush
my face so pink, like the wock in my cup
she’s so fine, yeah i’m fallin’ in love
i drive too much, and i smoke too much
i might get caught, but i don’t give a f*ck
my b*tch too bad, turning me into a sl*t
imma have her teach me how to roll a blunt
she ain’t no hoe, yeah she got a pretty face
outside and inside, i know how it tastes
i don’t like the car, let’s take it back to my place
i ain’t tay*k but i’m boutta do the race
boutta do the race, yeah i’ll speed on these hoes
yeah i’m european, so i’ll dior my clothes
my b*tch european, so i’ll louis her clothes
and she love to get a pedicure, i’ll pay for her toes
she really said “if i’m the b*tch then i’m the baddest”
you ain’t lying, imma hit it like a mallet
i’ll destroy that sh*t, no stylist
yeah she coming in hot, like a radish
is that ass fat? man, it’s the fattest
i’m stuttering, got me talking adlibs
when i don’t see it, i really be the saddest
she the baddest, aye
(hook)
man, f*ck the designer, b*tch i rock the fruit of loom
walked up in the room, they never say “who is you?”
hold 2 clips, i ain’t ever scared to shoot
but on god, i ain’t never caught a case like a movie
all up in my hoodie, you my lil buddy
at the end yeah i always knew that you would wanna f*ck me
ysl on my body cause we got ’em all snotty
yeah you got a lot of bodies, i don’t give a f*ck about it

(outro)
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout it, she’s the baddest lil b*tch
she the baddest lil b*tch, she the sweetest lil fruit
sweetest lil fruit, yeah she the sweetest lil fruit

- camoflaw lyrics

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