Fresh Fruit Lyrics – Deep Dickollective

Fresh Fruit Lyrics by Deep Dickollective

Mmm… Plantains (Ahhh yeah)
(D) DDC add the extra flavor (DC)
DDC add the extra flavor (fresh fruit, y’all, fresh fruit)
(D) DDC add the extra flavor (DC)

DDC add the extra flavor (fresh fruit, y’all, fresh fruit)
(D) DDC add the extra flavor (DC)
DDC add the extra flavor
DDC add the extra flavor

Y’all
Fresh fruit y’all, Fresh fruit y’all
Fresh fruit y’all, Fresh fruit y’all, Fresh fruit y’all
Fresh fruit y’all, Fresh fruit y’all, Fresh fruit y’all

Fresh fruit y’all
Ah fresh a fresh a fresh
Fruit y’all
Ah fresh a fresh a fresh

Fruit y’all
Juicay (Juicy)
DDC add the extra flavor
DDC add the extra flavor

I said juicay
Fresh fruit y’all
Nuh nuh nuh nuh
Fresh fruit y’all (D)

Fresh fruit y’all (DDC)
It’s my world and it’s your world
I clutched thе pearls
It’s like that

I high cap
On cap a era hеadwrap girls
I’m like that
To make sense

Depends on whether
Bins of incense sit
On the ends of aisles
While the balls

Eclipsed mild
The ju-ju’s mild
While the calvary’s found
In piles

‘N piles
‘N piles
‘N piles
‘N piles

‘N piles
Look at the station
And lose my patience
Cuz the thumbs

Are making me think things
And visions are prisms
And c#ck rings are odd
The smelly broads are hot

To spot a girl is odd
Severed the truck with the car
N fried for four 25
And on the side

I’d rather park than drive
So I look at a light
And I see the dice
Buying sea salt

And we walked
Cuz we parked the bikes
Buy and try cycles
And the circles alike

I might linger along
When they hit the gym
They call the tongue a fetish
And hot dog’s a rush

N’ that say
On Saturday
If you ain’t that way
Saturday (huh?)

Sunday (yeah! Huh?)
Juba, Jerry, Marcus, Renee
Fresh fruit 25 brushin through
With an asset it’s true

Juicin’ jubilation
My negro proof
That a brother the gift
To spit fresh fruit

Off the sugar truck
Memory clip
I banana slip to the slave ship
Carry memories of losseration

Black whips and gun clips
Time travel between mango and chango
Kiwi and kiki, Vitamin C
Oh say, can you see my people?

Kings and queens
Treated unequal
Smacked babies becoming regal
Lookin lovely

And sporting crown
Thy strawberry to be married
A drag to be browned
Fresh fruit off the sugar truck

Mandingo gazin at them big butts
Guess what?
Pineapple crush
Now later rush

Black boy brush and forbidden fruit?
He ain’t supposed to touch
n#gg# what?
Juicy!

Juicy
Juicy (Juicy fruit)
Na na na (DDC)
Juicy!

Juicy
Juicy (Adds the [?])
Na na na (DDC)
Juicy fruit

Juiceeeeee
Now hold up my boujee brothers
And let a n#gg# break it down some
I’m surrounded by a crowned princess

Eccentric sisters
Rollin shoulders painted nails
Ghetto hood rats
And pretty girls

Sun tongued melon slices
African delightin
Food lover drum circle
Undercover circle

Jerk versus the month
I’d rather spend my mornings
Goin’ through old records
Collectin memories from a beat’s history

Please… please, what?
I say on some Sundays
I float till I twist all my dreads
Or till I’m out of breath [breathes]

On some Sundays I flow like dry desert
Beds in the valley of death
And I slave some weekends
Curvin (what?) swervin (what?)

Totally (what) avoiding the f#ckin curb and
(Serving) morning come (serving)
And you wanna eat some juicy fruitin’?
Reroute and new tootin

Kicking fresh fruitin’
Over to a boujee group of baddie afro hip-hop
Head dreads in a drunk circle stack of
Heads steady with an unrelenting heat

On the concrete
Forcing Chinese water to retreat
And I flow to advance
I repeat like my life

My life my life my life
In the limelight (light, light, light)
DDC
(Fresh fruit y’all)

(Fresh fruit y’all)
(Fresh fruit y’all)
(Fresh fruit y’all)
(Fresh fruit y’all)

(Fresh fruit)
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Deep Dickollective Lyrics – Fresh Fruit

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Fresh Fruit