Fruit Leather Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my god, help me, I don't wanna die—
Tell us something your mum doesn't know
(GTTC)
B-beans

[Chorus: Loser & reign]
Took that bitch on a date to Home Depot
'Cause her man missed shots, Shaq free throw
U-up and down in that bitch like a cheat code
A-and she follow us where ever we go
Don't wear Polo, but you cap a lot
Bitch, you a afterthought
I been so damn high that I been chilling with my astronauts
You're so sweet (Like a—, like a—, like a—, like a—)
A-a-a-a-a-a— apricot
Fruit leather, o-or whatever
R-rocky Mountain high, John Denver
I c-I can't have a whack bitch, never
(On, on, on the grind, Ryan Sheckler)

[Post-Chorus: Loser]
T-they, they call her the glizzy gladiator
You like master-baiter
G-got a lot of dick, so any takers?
Call me later

[Verse: Loser & reign]
T-t-too fly, like a pilot
D-damn, I'm stylin'
You don't understand, I'm like the Goo Goo Dolls, no 'Iris'
Woah, what? She starin' at my privates Tell her, “Hit the f*ckin' road, go get a ride, bitch”
We-we-we in this bitch like a tampon
I-I don't wanna f*ck, so keep your pants on
We-we know all the answers like a Scantron
I'm the motherf*cking man, yeah

[Chorus: Loser & reign]
Took that bitch on a date to Home Depot
'Cause her man missed shots, Shaq free throw
U-up and down in that bitch like a cheat code
A-and she follow us where ever we go
Don't wear Polo, but you cap a lot
Bitch, you a afterthought
I been so damn high that I been chilling with my astronauts
You're so sweet (Like a—, like a—, like a—, like a—)
A-a-a-a-a-a— apricot
Fruit leather, o-or whatever
R-rocky Mountain high, John Denver
I c-I can't have a whack bitch, never
(On, on, on the grind, Ryan Sheckler)

[Post-Chorus: Loser]
T-they, they call her the glizzy gladiator
You like master-baiter
G-got a lot of dick, so any takers?
Call me later (Call me later)

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