Cherries and berries
No, I like Ben and Jerry's
Peach, pear
What is this, a f*cking fair?
Honeydew
Tastes like mildew
Its way too hard for me to chew
How do I not have the flu
Litch, you bitch
I see you I flench
Ass cheeks clench
What are you, Kim?
Asking "what's the sich"
BlackBerry
You lookin kinda scary
Getting chased by you, wasn't merry
I don't even drink dairy
Grapes
I'm like 13 reason, listen to these tapes
Even when I'm wearing drapes
I don't want your f*cking weird shapes
Gimme those Nutella covered crapes
Horrified, mortified
In my mouth is cyanide
All those fruits, cast aside
The sights make me wanna commit suicide
In reality I'm just f*ckin terrified
Nikki D - Fruity Lyrics
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Cherries and berries
No, I like Ben and Jerry's
Peach, pear
What is this, a f*cking fair?
Honeydew
Tastes like mildew
Its way too hard for me to chew
How do I not have the flu
Litch, you bitch
I see you I flench
Ass cheeks clench
What are you, Kim?
Asking "what's the sich"
BlackBerry
You lookin kinda scary
Getting chased by you, wasn't merry
I don't even drink dairy
Grapes
I'm like 13 reason, listen to these tapes
Even when I'm wearing drapes
I don't want your f*cking weird shapes
Gimme those Nutella covered crapes
Horrified, mortified
In my mouth is cyanide
All those fruits, cast aside
The sights make me wanna commit suicide
In reality I'm just f*ckin terrified
No, I like Ben and Jerry's
Peach, pear
What is this, a f*cking fair?
Honeydew
Tastes like mildew
Its way too hard for me to chew
How do I not have the flu
Litch, you bitch
I see you I flench
Ass cheeks clench
What are you, Kim?
Asking "what's the sich"
BlackBerry
You lookin kinda scary
Getting chased by you, wasn't merry
I don't even drink dairy
Grapes
I'm like 13 reason, listen to these tapes
Even when I'm wearing drapes
I don't want your f*cking weird shapes
Gimme those Nutella covered crapes
Horrified, mortified
In my mouth is cyanide
All those fruits, cast aside
The sights make me wanna commit suicide
In reality I'm just f*ckin terrified
Writer: Kaitlyn Kirkland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid