Fruit Snacks Songtext
von Cap.Kyle

Yo shit, you and your, you and your shit
You and your girl, come fuck with me and my clique
No one can fuck with my steez, have your bitch all on my dick
Chill with my dudes, all of my niggas ain′t cute
But all of my niggas is rich, really, yeah
Me and my team is the realest and we never learned the word quit

Yo, yo, fruit snacks and cups of Patron
Don't really smoke, bitches be sniffing that snow
Girlies in reindeer gear, dancing for silver and gold
Yo, yo, fruit snacks and cups of Patron
Don′t really smoke, bitches be sniffing that snow
Girlies in reindeer gear, dancing for silver and gold


Aight, aight, niggas is not in my sight
No, not in my fucking zone, right
Sorry for coming off rude
I just want niggas to know, you know?
Cool, niggas be hitting my phone
Telling me they 'bout to blow, sike
Yikes, y'all like them project lights
None of y′all niggas is on, what?

Woah, fruit snacks and cups of Patron
Don′t really smoke, bitches be sniffing that snow
Girlies in reindeer gear, dancing for silver and gold
Yo, yo, fruit snacks and cups of Patron
Don't really smoke, bitches be sniffing that snow
Girlies in reindeer gear, dancing for silver and gold

Someday, we′ll all be encased in silver and gold
Someday, we'll all be encased in gold

Woo, fruit snacks and cups of Patron
Don′t really smoke, bitches be sniffing that snow
Girlies in reindeer gear, dancing for silver and gold
Yo, yo, fruit snacks and cups of Patron
Don't really smoke, bitches be sniffing that snow
Girlies in reindeer gear, dancing for silver and gold