Search results for 'Vashon Island Fruit Club'

umbrellas and pieces of fruit
Have a nigga toke back when you speakin' the truth
I stay ballin', so the drinks on the house
Shorty pressin' me, I nearly spill

hair so frizzy
I feel eightie's, yeah, aye
Club so busy, we get busy
I feel dizzy, yeah, aye he feel tipsy
He want Doja, Doja kitty, yeah

Wavy, grab

yeah)
Bring that wine (oh yeah)

Girl I love it (mm, yeah)
Taste so good (mm, mm)

Sweet the berry the darker juice
I put tongue all over your fruit
I

Father's business
We all need
Forgiveness
No mans an island
Why we're fighting ?
Wasting minutes
Come and get us
My father
Come and get us
Or Martyr
Lord

I'm just a man born from the violence
I fucked your bitch and I nut on her eye lids
We go to islands she dripped in my diamonds
We getting bread so

booth 
Flying Parachute 
On the island with my crew 
Catch me in the club 
Flexing with my love 
All we do is ball 
I will never fall 
Girl drink some

booth 
Flying Parachute 
On the island with my crew 
Catch me in the club 
Flexing with my love 
All we do is ball 
I will never fall 
Girl drink some

to runnin
Thumbing through Benjis, broke a trick, for 1200
Ion got no patience no sense but I'm always right
My game seasoned like fruit so you know it's gone

Thumbing through Benjis broke a trick for 1200
Ion got no patience no sense but I'm always right
My game seasoned like fruit so you know it's gone be ripe

can't move past it
I live in the Big Apple
You live off a fruit basket
Got jazzy with the chicks in the club
But they fooled y'all
Left every dude in your

Spit That G

Timbo King

The Sting

2002

cheetahs
Champagne and catfish at the club, Geda's
Janet Jackson figures, I'm on now
Gucci sweaters for all of my niggaz
Calm braided, chrome rims

Weave a stupid loose fruit basket, crochet that duvet
36 times I was denied passage to the pearly gates
Thrice more will I try before I accept this early

on an island
Or get kissed by the reaper
Or get slapped the fuck up by holy ghosts
Holy moses! I’ve been holdin’ up my staff and
Making sure my faculty is eatin’

Pull up Pull up like yeah, we in here
Put yo bottles up high, now cheers 3x
Close the club out like New Years
Sexy mama me have to say,
Me have

Main Objective

Shades of Culture

Mindstate

1998

at the club, as to opposed to the way you acting mad
Can't you see we be the mic murder maker
Ain't the faker, the one who made your girl the ass shaker
>From

lames in the face and tell 'em
You ain't a goon, you's a fruit
I'm a gansta mella

Shawty you know the game's
About picking and choosing
You don't know