Song parody of
Fruits of Labor
by Jah Billz
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Always running out of runtz
These blunts nowadays
Don't get high enough
I'm spending all my bank
I know I buy enough
Shorty always pissed off
Why you fired up
Don't got it to fight with you
Out here niggas fighting us
Dirty players in the game moving foul on me
I can't see the fruits of my labor going sour on me
Bitch had her head to high now she down on me
Dizzy looking down on me I know he proud of me
I'm pouring liquor so you know I'm with ya
I can't do it pocket size you taught me the bigger picture
Just got paid now I gotta make it rain
Bringing out the hood it look like Labor Day parade
I can't be at fault that your nigga feel a way
She told me slide in, it was safe
Thought I covered every base
While I can smell em
Put my flowers in a vase
Smoking flowers to the face
Got exotic by the plate
Really could be us
But a bitch just gotta play
If I'm paying for that ass
Please don't let it go to waste
Who needs a lawyer, I got bitches on my case
If I don't set no boundaries then she gone overstay
I think I love her but she for the streets
Damn, I don't trust her I can't fall asleep
Walking a goat path I don't follow sheep
I know haters scroll pass but still follow me
And if I lie to you ever it's the better option
Lay in a bed of options
She see the whip and hop in
Always running out of runtz
These blunts nowadays
Don't get high enough
I'm spending all my bank
I know I buy enough
Shorty always pissed off
Why you fired up
Don't got it to fight with you
Out here niggas fighting us
Dirty players in the game moving foul on me
I can't see the fruits of my labor going sour on me
Bitch had her head to high now she down on me
Dizzy looking down on me I know he proud of me
Always running out of runtz
These blunts nowadays
Don't get high enough
I'm spending all my bank
I know I buy enough
Shorty always pissed off
Why you fired up
Don't got it to fight with you
Out here niggas fighting us
Dirty players in the game moving foul on me
I can't see the fruits of my labor going sour on me
Bitch had her head to high now she down on me
Dizzy looking down on me I know he proud of me
I'm pouring liquor so you know I'm with ya
I can't do it pocket size you taught me the bigger picture
Just got paid now I gotta make it rain
Bringing out the hood it look like Labor Day parade
I can't be at fault that your nigga feel a way
She told me slide in, it was safe
Thought I covered every base
While I can smell em
Put my flowers in a vase
Smoking flowers to the face
Got exotic by the plate
Really could be us
But a bitch just gotta play
If I'm paying for that ass
Please don't let it go to waste
Who needs a lawyer, I got bitches on my case
If I don't set no boundaries then she gone overstay
I think I love her but she for the streets
Damn, I don't trust her I can't fall asleep
Walking a goat path I don't follow sheep
I know haters scroll pass but still follow me
And if I lie to you ever it's the better option
Lay in a bed of options
She see the whip and hop in
Always running out of runtz
These blunts nowadays
Don't get high enough
I'm spending all my bank
I know I buy enough
Shorty always pissed off
Why you fired up
Don't got it to fight with you
Out here niggas fighting us
Dirty players in the game moving foul on me
I can't see the fruits of my labor going sour on me
Bitch had her head to high now she down on me
Dizzy looking down on me I know he proud of me
