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staples scammin' - lil fructose & friends lyrics

[verse 1]
they call me a classic the way i be a staple
they call me a baker the way i’m putting bread on the table
they call me melted ice the way i be dripping
these haters falling down stairs, i told them they are tripping
call me [?] i call it my paper clip
i call her metal vice the way she got the grip
i never lie on my printers i’m a true brother
make the ops steal thе sheets i make ’em take covеr
they say i’m [?] the way i be tokin’ up
they think it’s grape fanta the way i got purp’ in my cup
i be tooling on the greens call me hammermill
i never pay any of my dues that’s the way i stack bills
real lil fructose sh*t

[verse 2]
i just robbed a guy who works at staples
call him jesus cuz’ i hit him with the staples
wait f*ck i meant to say nails not staples
you wanna hear an inside joke? shoutout j*ples
i just f*cked a bad b*tch i cum then i scurry
had to write this freestyle that’s why i’m in a hurry
took too many flintstone gummies now i’m blurry
my opps are f*cking racist, that’s why they always slurry
lil fructose hopped on the track, thank you very much
this freestyle f*cking sucks
but the prerecorded verse man this sh*t came in clutch
[verse 3]
hopping on the track call that autism speaks
your music f*cking sucks call that autism speaks
got a lifestyle that for you is out of reach
we’re still on the come up while our opps already peaked
you already know that it’s lil fructose in this b*tch
if you say we f*cking suck then you can f*cking suck my d*ck
houdini sh*t make my opps up and disappear
you need an id if you think about coming here
diamonds shine so bright and they clear like my pee
you know that i made it when they send shots at me
pay up for the future i won’t do that sh*t for free
b*tch take off her clothes for me i told her (yippee!)
how the f*ck you claim to make bank without a money spread
why the f*ck you sh*t talk at 3 am lil bro go to bed
why the f*ck he think he smart he f*cked in the f*cking head
how many f*cking times did i say f*ck y’all better place your bets
over/under? this ain’t f*cking bowling only bout the bread
why you sending shots still when you always end up left on read
hillbilly b*tches with no t**th give the greatest head
arkansas shawty suck me up and slurp me til i’m dead
yuh
it’s lil fructose in this b*tch huh
i don’t know what else to say
f*ck you
f*ck the u.s. government too man i don’t know what are we doing?
the f*ck are we doing as a country man?

- lil fructose friends lyrics

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