Lyrics:
cake
Tried to take it back
But it was too late
Sour grapes
My ex might call me manic
My enemies all in a state of panic
Leaving a broke bitch brassic,
from
Think you need some makeup yeah
I used to take 5 just to get it
Know this shit take time so when you waste mine
Catch grape vines on your fitted
di ting mek di siren yell
You no fight ova man who you like you no tell
You no hype fi a ride your alright wid yourself
You have di ting like a grape
calls somebody
he looked around to see who it was
and saw the monkey on the tree.
It had lot of grapes in its hands.
The farmer was very hungry,
grapes for it
Running to the garden no forest I leave you sap
Long way from home, no wonder why we detached
I been fishing for some fruits of my labor
the Lion on the left,
and the tiger on the right, as guards.
The monkeys stood beside him,
and held plate full of grapes.
The peacock danced in his court,
My grapes from out of state
Earl Stevens, vanilla scent
This club life shit is so attractive
I'm active over production
My cuff and my watch is fuckin
the drapes here
My new bitch
Feeding grapes while I'm smackin' ha ass
Shit bounce back what a lovely surprise
For my day 1s bitch it's do or die
Disrespect
homie, you'll be straight
I was on the bench in the I, demonstrate
See 'em, I'm callin' the plays
Fillin' the blunt up with grape
I never wanted
my inspiration, Angelo, I paint pictures
Grew up in the Hoovers nigga, knew a couple grape niggas
Signed to some bounty hunters, fuck, we talking
through the grape vine, she a great time
Yeah, it should be a goddamn crime
To look that damn fine
Gotta lock her up and throw away the key
Or you could
the ground I know a lot of soil
Execute my plans, I promise it won't foil
I'm in the space, yeah, crystal drapes
And my feet up on the sofa, eatin' grapes
unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it straight, I know niggas from Grape like Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no never
my house,
I'm-a gonna give you
figs and dates
and grapes and a cakes, ah!
come on-a my house,
my house come on
come on-a my house,
my house-a come
just my luck to be given a truck
With an eeget of a load
And a vice grapes and hammer and adjustable spanner and a roarin' V8 STO
The tachograph was
and dollar signs
I was west in California drinking grape juice from the vine
Said, "I might find you in the winter, but today just ain't our time"
Guess
By the smell of grapes it's going to rain
it sweet, never really liked my grapes sour (bloodfire)
Whose hands round me?
I can smell the Wray, she's as waved as me
Motions of her wave says
Yellow and rose.
Your back's a meadow,
Covered in snow.
Your thighs are thistles,
And hot house grapes.
You breathe your sweet breath,
And have me
like a baseball bat
Just like archie said we ready
Whole cliques straight, lunatics like nelly
Gran marquis paint job grape jelly, r triple bc big
a grape
Break ya neck if ya disrespect
Bullet holes in your chest with my brand new tech
Dark Lotus in this b**** so you better believe
That we don't
booth's on fire right now
Middle of the club with the thugs, I'm iced down
Half grape juice, half papaya right now
All my ladies, let's be swayzie
My
around the clock
It's time to take a trip to the good-ship lollipop
Don't stop, getcha money player!
Flipping Alexander the Grapes, pay me Now or Later
known to leave yellow tape
Try and stop the hustle and crushed like grapes
Just for the taste, just for the taste
[Chorus: x4]
[Repeats]
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