Fruitella

歌詞

(James about that cheque, boy) (It's Tekky) Ayy, ayy, she likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella Tell me what you want, I get the mood setup, ayy, huh Me, I was tryna make a change (Change) And now I'm seein' change through my wave (Ha) While you see me gettin' waved everyday 'Cause that's the game I gotta play, oh Now they see my face on the pages, they rate him But where was they in days when I would struggle for the pay? (Nowhere) It's fake and it's bait (True) Still, I can't complain 'Cause I came from a place where you have to maintain Shawty wanna see me show face, okay, I won't stay, no way I ain't wifing you, dumpling Why? Cause I'm a young king Sees me on young king, now she thinks I bun things It's true though (It's true, bae) But I ain't tryna give her clues, bro I love a little baddie and I've fucked a couple loose hoes She don't like white boys, I slipped into the loophole She's askin' when I'm gonna stop it, had to tell her, "Who knows?" (Who knows?) 'Cah you froze (Haha) Yeah, the pressure made your shit flop These other rappers pissed off 'cah the kid's shit hot Ayy, so tell me, who's better? She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella) I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?) She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella) I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (Set the mood) I get the mood patterned You see in me some plain clothes, I never been to Hatton She said I'm sick at rapping (Ah) I told her, "Come to the booth and let me show you how a star works" Now she thinks I'm sweet like some Starbust (Mwah) This shit ain't always sweet, the pain, it rah hurts Always on my feet though, you'll always see me charge turn (Woi) So let me turn up I'm jiggy, so I get away with murder (Haha) She like me 'cause I got a name she heard of Uh, ayy, call me the booth sheller Freezin' up the room, I make a tune, you needed two sweaters Never had a handout, grind so I can do better Tell the pages chill with their DMs, seen a few beggin' (Bare beggin' it) She wanna suck it 'cause I'm sweet like some Smarties (Hmm) I'm hardly a husband, the hardest in the party (The hardest) See me with my chargie (Yeah) Fillin' up my glassy (HU) Glancing at shawty, I heard her say, "That's ArrDee!" (Hey, hey, hey) Ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?) She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella) I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (I set the mood) Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?) She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella) I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (Set the mood) Ayy, so tell me, who's better? She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup Ha, ha, mood setup Sweet boy, sweet boy, Fruitella, ha, ha ArrDee, ha, ArrDee, ha, ha, ha