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fresh fruit - deep dickollective lyrics

[intro]
mmm… plantains (ahhh yeah)
(d) ddc add the extra flavor (dc)
ddc add the extra flavor (fresh fruit, y’all, fresh fruit)
(d) ddc add the extra flavor (dc)
ddc add the extra flavor (fresh fruit, y’all, fresh fruit)
(d) ddc add the extra flavor (dc)
ddc add the extra flavor
ddc add the extra flavor
[harmonizing]
y’all
fresh fruit y’all, fresh fruit y’all
fresh fruit y’all, fresh fruit y’all, fresh fruit y’all
[changes beat]
fresh fruit y’all, fresh fruit y’all, fresh fruit y’all
fresh fruit y’all
ah fresh a fresh a fresh
fruit y’all
ah fresh a fresh a fresh
fruit y’all
juicay (juicy)
ddc add the extra flavor
ddc add the extra flavor
i said juicay
fresh fruit y’all
nuh nuh nuh nuh
fresh fruit y’all (d)
fresh fruit y’all (ddc)
[verse 1]
it’s my world and it’s your world
i clutched thе pearls
it’s like that
i high cap
on cap a era hеadwrap girls
i’m like that
to make sense
depends on whether
bins of incense sit
on the ends of aisles
while the b*lls
eclipsed mild
the ju*ju’s mild
while the calvary’s found
in piles
‘n piles
‘n piles
‘n piles
‘n piles
‘n piles
look at the station
and lose my patience
cuz the thumbs
are making me think things
and visions are prisms
and c*ck rings are odd
the smelly broads are hot
to spot a girl is odd
severed the truck with the car
n fried for four 25
and on the side
i’d rather park than drive
so i look at a light
and i see the dice
buying sea salt
and we walked
cuz we parked the bikes
buy and try cycles
and the circles alike
i might linger along
when they hit the gym
they call the tongue a fetish
and hot dog’s a rush
n’ that say
on sat*rday
if you ain’t that way
[verse 2]
sat*rday (huh?)
sunday (yeah! huh?)
juba, jerry, marcus, renee
fresh fruit 25 brushin through
with an asset it’s true
juicin’ jubilation
my negro proof
that a brother the gift
to spit fresh fruit
off the sugar truck
memory clip
i banana slip to the slave ship
carry memories of losseration
black whips and gun clips
time travel between mango and chango
kiwi and kiki, vitamin c
oh say, can you see my people?
kings and queens
treated unequal
smacked babies becoming regal
lookin lovely
and sporting crown
thy strawberry to be married
a drag to be browned
fresh fruit off the sugar truck
mandingo gazin at them big b*tts
guess what?
pineapple crush
now later rush
black boy brush and forbidden fruit?
he ain’t supposed to touch
[bridge]
n*gga what?
juicy!
juicy
juicy (juicy fruit)
na na na (ddc)
juicy!
juicy
juicy (adds the [?])
na na na (ddc)
juicy fruit
juiceeeeee

[verse 3]
now hold up my boujee brothers
and let a n*gga break it down some
i’m surrounded by a crowned princess
eccentric sisters
rollin shoulders painted nails
ghetto hood rats
and pretty girls
sun tongued melon slices
african delightin
food lover drum circle
undercover circle
jerk versus the month
i’d rather spend my mornings
goin’ through old records
collectin memories from a beat’s history
please… please, what?
i say on some sundays
i float till i twist all my dreads
or till i’m out of breath [breathes]
on some sundays i flow like dry desert
beds in the valley of death
and i slave some weekends
curvin (what?) swervin (what?)
totally (what) avoiding the f*ckin curb and
(serving) morning come (serving)
and you wanna eat some juicy fruitin’?
reroute and new tootin
kicking fresh fruitin’
over to a boujee group of baddie afro hip*hop
head dreads in a drunk circle stack of
heads steady with an unrelenting heat
on the concrete
forcing chinese water to retreat
and i flow to advance
i repeat like my life
my life my life my life
in the limelight (light, light, light)

[outro]
ddc
(fresh fruit y’all)
(fresh fruit y’all)
(fresh fruit y’all)
(fresh fruit y’all)
(fresh fruit y’all)
(fresh fruit)

- deep dickollective lyrics

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