paroles de chanson Fruits & Veg - P-Money

Yo
Ha, ha
Yeah!
Deeper
Ah, you man are fruit
And veggie
Listen

Yo, I heard these man are fruity
Are you mad? I will tell a man bare faced
"Come near me you'll get punched in the apple"
One punch will make everything look pear-shaped
(I'll split your pineapple bare ways
Don't try and get rude on the airwaves
If I go back to the yard for the fruit bowl)
Grapes are gonna fly like British Airways
Man can't stand on my stairway
Fam, this ain't nuttin' like college
Move or your guys get clapped in the mango
I'm not a plum, which one of you want it?
(Who's tough which one of you's on it
[?] niggas in the stomach 'til one of them vomit
And if anybody wants to try cross my road)
I will run man down with the light still orange
Yo, I heard these man are vegetables
Talkin' about peas and carrots
I make a man's eye water like an onion
My fist will give man the deepest damage
(You're not on a beast ting you're cabbage
Cuh when you buck out of the field you panic
Somebody tell him not to get rude
I will) pepper this vegetable here like a radish
Man's looking at me like I can't manage
No, not one of these yams can stop me
You must have taken one or two mushrooms
You're smoking way too much brocoli
(These corn on the cobs can't stop me
I will bring a stick to the beef like it's hockey
I'll dish you out red top potatoes)
But not the ones that will make you stocky

I can't take these yutes
I ain't gonna say no names
Man wanna move like fruits
Until they [?] change their shape
I think these man are feds
Cuh they're all talking bait
Man wanna move like veg
And get pushed to the side of the plate
I can't take these yutes
I ain't gonna say no names
Man wanna move like fruits
Until they [?] their shape
I think these man are feds
Cuh they're all talking bait
Man wanna move like veg
And get pushed to the side of the plate

Yo, I heard these man are fruity
Like berries don't go through them men
Come near me and get kicked in the peaches
I will do more than water your melons
(You man are conking, somebody tell 'em
Rakes are gonna fly like British Airways
If the fruit bowl ain't got no grapes I
Will) twist up the whole of your mout' with lemons
Face tucked in with your bredrins spinning
Man can't see no beef on your CV
Don't think you're bad 'cause you roll in pairs
Cause you're both on a sweet ting like kiwis
(Oh yeah right you're neeky
Blackberries don't make you greazy
Every man in your clique is bananas
'Cause) when it's beef you man split easy

Easy (what)
Madness
These fruits
I can't take these yutes
I ain't gonna say no names
Man wanna move like fruit
I make the [?] their shoot
I think these man are feds
Cuh they're all talking bait
Man wanna move like veg
And get pushed in the side of the plate!

I heard these man are vegetables
Talkin' about mash or something
If they wanna beef on Halloween
The shots will be loaded full of pumpkins
(Strictly beef I'm munching
Brush to the sprouts it's a mug ting
He offered spinach and I gave him lettuce
Now man's hyping)
Saying I bumped him
Then he tried roll up with dumplings
I said "nah, they aren't part of the fam"
I let one rip and I squashed a tomato
Them man are pissed, their potatoes jam
(Potatoes ain't like turnips fam
Now I got the olders turfing man
If b's ask me for the cucumber)
What can I say? Your boyfriend's a yam

I can't take these yutes
I ain't gonna say no names
Man wanna move like fruits
Until they [?] change their shape
I think these man are feds
Cuh they're all talking bait
Man wanna move like veg
And get pushed to the side of the plate
I can't take these yutes
I ain't gonna say no names
Man wanna move like fruits
Until they [?] their shape
I think these man are feds
Cuh they're all talking bait
Man wanna move like veg
And get pushed to the side of the plate