​fruit leather lyrics

by

Loser


[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 b*tch on a date to Home Depot
'Cause her man missed shots, Shaq free throw
U-up and down in that b*tch like a cheat code
A-and she follow us where ever we go
Don't wear Polo, but you cap a lot
b*tch, 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 b*tch, 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 di*k, so any takers?
Call me later
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