Strawberries for lunch
Used to be Captain Crunch
Eatin' all that dairy, better go for a run
Watchin' Tom and Jerry, while I smoke on this blunt
Stock market gettin' bearish, but I hope it don't plum it
Juicin' all these carrots, that shit help with my stomach
Dressin' like a terrorist when I go out in public
You see what I'm wearin' Ader Error ain't nothin
This ain't 24 carrot damn ,but this bitch bustin
Stop thinkin' bout hard times
Memories to archive
Took a while to sort mine, you might have a short time
This bout the fourth time
Nigga, it's war time
F*ckin' her porn style
Nigga, she gon' growl
Went on her profile
Told her, let's go now
Nigga, it goes down
She from a ghost town
But she a host now
She gettin' flown down
She gettin' boned out
Then she get thrown out
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Strawberries for lunch
Used to be Captain Crunch
Eatin' all that dairy, better go for a run
Watchin' Tom and Jerry, while I smoke on this blunt
Stock market gettin' bearish, but I hope it don't plum it
Juicin' all these carrots, that shit help with my stomach
Dressin' like a terrorist when I go out in public
You see what I'm wearin' Ader Error ain't nothin
This ain't 24 carrot damn ,but this bitch bustin
Stop thinkin' bout hard times
Memories to archive
Took a while to sort mine, you might have a short time
This bout the fourth time
Nigga, it's war time
F*ckin' her porn style
Nigga, she gon' growl
Went on her profile
Told her, let's go now
Nigga, it goes down
She from a ghost town
But she a host now
She gettin' flown down
She gettin' boned out
Then she get thrown out
Used to be Captain Crunch
Eatin' all that dairy, better go for a run
Watchin' Tom and Jerry, while I smoke on this blunt
Stock market gettin' bearish, but I hope it don't plum it
Juicin' all these carrots, that shit help with my stomach
Dressin' like a terrorist when I go out in public
You see what I'm wearin' Ader Error ain't nothin
This ain't 24 carrot damn ,but this bitch bustin
Stop thinkin' bout hard times
Memories to archive
Took a while to sort mine, you might have a short time
This bout the fourth time
Nigga, it's war time
F*ckin' her porn style
Nigga, she gon' growl
Went on her profile
Told her, let's go now
Nigga, it goes down
She from a ghost town
But she a host now
She gettin' flown down
She gettin' boned out
Then she get thrown out
Writer: Markeith Johnson
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