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Ja - Fruit Tree Lyrics



Ja - Fruit Tree Lyrics




J-A
J-A
Flows full of flavour, yeah they're fruity

Like Dash said, it is just weed
Catch me with him or my bro, Fruci
It's the same old routine
Past couple years have been bookey
I remember days I couldn't even move g
Watching life unfold, it's looking like a movie
But I don't want no groupie
You can keep that dead coochie

Started writing then it bore fruit like a fruit tree
Back to my old ways, you never knew me
Some man are actual snitches, I'm like, who's police
Working hard, I'm tired, damn, my eyes are droopy
Too much fake love, I ain't looking for no friendship
Said I'd send my number but I never even sent it
'Cause I don't chase chicks, I just be where my one friend is
Ringing up my weed man like, bro can you do a benz quick
Was feeling so low, used to spend whole days in bed, shit
I love the queen's head, oh yeah that is my new pengting
Can't catch me slipping, I'm no motherf*cking penguin
I'm feeling high already, I don't want your f*cking dead spliff
Couldn't care which clubs that you're attending
My head was messed up, went and got that shit amended
I want that bread, not the type you're gonna find in bread bins
Only other girl I care for's Mary, that's my bredrin

Like Dash said, it is just weed
Catch me with him or my bro, Fruci
It's the same old routine
She asked me what are we, the bloody question threw me
I remember days I couldn't even move g
Watching life unfold, it's looking like a movie
But I don't want no groupie
You can keep that dead coochie

You ain't saving nuttin, you ain't no goalie
You ain't on nuttin no 'cause your chick told me
This ain't the new me, this is the old me
Jump up on a stage, impress the crowd like Goldie
That pressure didn't fold me
I took a leaf from Wiley's book, I'm boasty
Might take her for a carvery, not Toby
Not paying all the bill, do I look dopey
I wasn't eating much, now I need protein
Not taking chicks to hotels, I ain't Zack or Cody
I can't let them ghost me
She wants to smoke, I told her roll that roach please
And pass me that pokey
Don't ever want a Rollie
I'll give the p to Mumzie, life's no joke g
I'll do it all alone, no one could own me
Smoking up until the point at which I go sleep
In my MK jacket feeling toasty
My bros got that food, no groceries
But shit's been tragic, not how it's supposed to be
Make sure you watch your mates closely
Yeah I sing, but it's rap I do mostly
Oh please
Recognise 'cause I've evolved g

Like Dash said, it is just weed
Catch me with him or my bro, Fruci
It's the same old routine
Past couple years have been bookey
I remember days I couldn't even move g
Watching life unfold, it's looking like a movie
But I don't want no groupie
You can keep that dead coochie

Diamond in the rough, I ain't tryna be no peasant
I wish that chick well, she won't even miss my presence
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J-A
J-A
Flows full of flavour, yeah they're fruity

Like Dash said, it is just weed
Catch me with him or my bro, Fruci
It's the same old routine
Past couple years have been bookey
I remember days I couldn't even move g
Watching life unfold, it's looking like a movie
But I don't want no groupie
You can keep that dead coochie

Started writing then it bore fruit like a fruit tree
Back to my old ways, you never knew me
Some man are actual snitches, I'm like, who's police
Working hard, I'm tired, damn, my eyes are droopy
Too much fake love, I ain't looking for no friendship
Said I'd send my number but I never even sent it
'Cause I don't chase chicks, I just be where my one friend is
Ringing up my weed man like, bro can you do a benz quick
Was feeling so low, used to spend whole days in bed, shit
I love the queen's head, oh yeah that is my new pengting
Can't catch me slipping, I'm no motherf*cking penguin
I'm feeling high already, I don't want your f*cking dead spliff
Couldn't care which clubs that you're attending
My head was messed up, went and got that shit amended
I want that bread, not the type you're gonna find in bread bins
Only other girl I care for's Mary, that's my bredrin

Like Dash said, it is just weed
Catch me with him or my bro, Fruci
It's the same old routine
She asked me what are we, the bloody question threw me
I remember days I couldn't even move g
Watching life unfold, it's looking like a movie
But I don't want no groupie
You can keep that dead coochie

You ain't saving nuttin, you ain't no goalie
You ain't on nuttin no 'cause your chick told me
This ain't the new me, this is the old me
Jump up on a stage, impress the crowd like Goldie
That pressure didn't fold me
I took a leaf from Wiley's book, I'm boasty
Might take her for a carvery, not Toby
Not paying all the bill, do I look dopey
I wasn't eating much, now I need protein
Not taking chicks to hotels, I ain't Zack or Cody
I can't let them ghost me
She wants to smoke, I told her roll that roach please
And pass me that pokey
Don't ever want a Rollie
I'll give the p to Mumzie, life's no joke g
I'll do it all alone, no one could own me
Smoking up until the point at which I go sleep
In my MK jacket feeling toasty
My bros got that food, no groceries
But shit's been tragic, not how it's supposed to be
Make sure you watch your mates closely
Yeah I sing, but it's rap I do mostly
Oh please
Recognise 'cause I've evolved g

Like Dash said, it is just weed
Catch me with him or my bro, Fruci
It's the same old routine
Past couple years have been bookey
I remember days I couldn't even move g
Watching life unfold, it's looking like a movie
But I don't want no groupie
You can keep that dead coochie

Diamond in the rough, I ain't tryna be no peasant
I wish that chick well, she won't even miss my presence
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Writer: Jaydon Lee
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Language: English
Length: 3:48
Written by: Jaydon Lee

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