Joey Trap - Fruits of My Labor lyrics

Plugg akachi beats
Say, look

These the fruit's of my labor
Y'all should eat your veggies
Benjamin's look blue as fuck
Something like blueberries
Said your bitch a virgin
I'm gon' pop her cherry
Three cell phones, they Apple
My whip is on twenties
Lean, that's in my cup, too, haters
Tell 'em "Fuck you"
I came in an Caddy, you still in my rear view
Surgery on grapes, uh, yo' bitch want a date
Uh gucci with the BAPE shorts
All these niggas fake, uh

Always go bananas, I pass it, Joe Montana
Pineapple Fanta, bro, mix it with a Xanax
Shout out to the pears
I pull your bitch hair
I just ate a pomegranate
Chilling on the stairs
I be on another planet, smoke up in the air
Bitch shout out to my slime
Yuh, lean, that lemon-lime, yuh
Mix up in the Sprite
Yuh, Rollie, perfect time, yuh
I said my Rollie perfect time, yuh

These the fruit's of my labor
Y'all should eat your veggies
Benjamin's look blue as fuck
Something like blueberries
Said your bitch a virgin
I'm gon' pop her cherry
Three cell phones, they Apple
My whip is on twenties
Lean, that's in my cup, too, haters
Tell 'em "Fuck you"
I came in an Caddy, you still in my rear view
Surgery on grapes, uh, yo' bitch want a date
Uh gucci with the BAPE shorts
All these niggas fake, uh

Not much rhymes wit' pumpkin, we shoot 'em
We don't jump him technically tomato
You niggas do not run shit
Avocado guac, I be getting Guap
New whip, drop my top, your bitch is a thot
I'm gon' give her eggplant
Smoking on headband
New whip, color olive, and all
My fit is name brand, bitch
Bitch, Gucci, new whip, color olive, haha
Look we shoot at your eyelids, like
Chillin' on a island, bitch

It's Joey mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm