Lyrics Fruits of My Labor - Joey Trap

Plugg
Akachi beats
Say, look
These the fruits 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 fruits 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
Mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm