Juicy Fruit
Lyrics
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, hey
I, she a Juicy Fruit, twenty-five cents a piece
She got flavour all day, you can have her for a week
My baby winter fresh, she want that big red Jeep
Might pull up on your grass, she got ass in them jeans
No, I can't spare a mint, your bitch breath stink
All Fs if she try to test me
'Cause I'm on the road, MVP
My shawty know, my shawty know, yeah, yeah
She a Juicy Fruit, twenty-five cents a piece
She got flavour all day, you can have her for a week
My baby winter fresh, she want that big red Jeep
Might pull up on your grass, she got ass in them jeans
No, I can't spare a mint, can't spare a mint (no, no)
All Fs if you wanna test me
'Cause I'm on the road, MVP
My shawty know, my shawty know, yeah
My shawty know how I roll
She ready to ride for sure
Don't gotta ask, I know
One foot on the gas, one foot on they throat
Aye, shawty gon' do what she told
She get the cash, bring it home
She make it last, that's for sure
Yeah, she say you pay for them heels, spent a couple of Gs
Told you she hate wearing heels, but she do it for me
Schoolgirl with the books, and a freak in the sheets
Got that thump in her trunk, when she come down the streets, yeah, yeah
She the cream of the crop, woah
Shawty thick, I can see
Might swoop your chick off her feet
Yeah, and if she trick, I'ma treat her
Thought that was your bae
Yung P got her on the wave
She a Juicy Fruit, twenty-five cents a piece
She got flavour all day, you can have her for a week
My baby winter fresh, she want that big red Jeep
Might pull up on your grass, she got ass in them jeans
No, I can't spare a mint, can't spare a mint (no, no)
All Fs if you wanna test me
'Cause I'm on the road, MVP
My shawty know, my shawty know
Yeah, I'm at the door, on the road, yeah yeah
Come see me out, stop at a show, yeah yeah
Fill up my cup, light my dope, yeah yeah
Get that bubble butt, out here on the floor, yeah yeah
She got that Hubba Bubba body, it's delicious as hell
She like a gypsy in the city, till she casting a spell
She in the big league, boy, you better look out
I can tell she hit the gym, I can tell she work out
Boy, that booty fake, yeah yeah, them titties fake
Look me in my face, yeah yeah, look me in my face
And tell me they're not, put you on the spot
And I know you still hot, yeah I know you still hot
She a Juicy Fruit, twenty-five cents a piece
She got flavour all day, you can have her for a week
My baby winter fresh, she want that big red Jeep
Might pull up on your grass, she got ass in them jeans
No, I can't spare a mint, can't spare a mint (no, no)
All Fs if you wanna test me
'Cause I'm on the road, MVP
My shawty know, my shawty know
She a Juicy Fruit, twenty-five cents a piece
She got flavour all day, you can have her for a week
My baby winter fresh, she want that big red Jeep
Might pull up on your grass, she got ass in them jeans
No, I can't spare a mint, your bitch breath stink
All Fs if you she try to test me
'Cause I'm on the road, MVP
My shawty know, my shawty know, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Blake Sandoval
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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