Raisins

Lyrics

[Verse 1: D GooDy] It's the pussy tooting, music booming, genius homosapien You should learn about, turn them out like a soda can Name D GooDy get sharing pussy than the lesbians Remember growing up always checking out my momma friends Now that I'm the man guess it's time to do some milf'n Coming straight for Stacey Dash, after that it's Oprah's ass Picture that, strike a jail pose on the GQ Hella smooth, got the juice, need to see my Bishop Never lost my faith but ain't been to church in a minute About a month of Sunday's not figuratively speaking Messed with this girl who father was a deacon Swear them church girls dog they be the most freaky God said be fruitful and I done popped a couple cherries Tired of these crazy ass lil wild-berries Trying to find some lemons to banana split up on my dick Strawberry tongue I'm a drizzle some white chocolate Not allowed to spit, better drink that shit I must admit Bust up in that mouth like a suicide attempt Not a pimp but have to charge you if you keep drinking my kids man GooDy Jr. down the drain product of some good brain [Verse 2: Flash Giordani] We used to steal snacks and soda from the teacher's lounge Revenge on them for detention, we jumped on their couch Couple muddy footprints bitch I don't take no shit We the hooligans, bullies couldn't bully the kid Man Flash stay the illest, figures that I'm skinny Cops pull me over, Wayne Brady on these piggies Keep a quarter ounce for when my dealers hit the drought My Hampton homies know what the fuck that shit about Flames look like fall so my joints piled with autumn Make a soft landing I ain't hitting rock bottom Bikini bottom, crazy sex she working on her flips I never eat but I leave her with miracle whip It's the smoothest kid, acne ain't affecting how I do this shit Keep some fresh tires so my 18's never slip I ain't with that clown shit, vibing on some 24's Keep that clock shit for the wrist, call it floss and go Air Max edition, Nike swoosh when I glisten With the hooping shorts, something light cleaner than the dishes Back shots a couple times, put her down for the count Hopping out the window like Tre and then I burn out [Verse 3: D GooDy] A minute 14 seconds on the beat, I'm about to kill it Feel it like a baby kicking, ain't got no children and I'm almost famous Amos, snacking on these rhymes Hella girls, hella dimes Hella weed, hella dimes Like that rhyme? Press rewind I'm that nigga from any angle More bodies than winnebagos Get bitches like Channing Tatum Keep fighting until I make it Until he dead or he fainted like Peter and that chicken Life's a suicide mission but I'm a go out on the top All my female fans hot and they know about that sloppy top I like my girls ass out, weed is my cash crop Green is all I know, yellow blue, like the Laney's Toss them panties, hope they Vicky Tell my private all your secrets, all them feelings you can keep it Man that THC I need it, smoke until I burn my fingers Man my roach game the meanest A can of Raid couldn't beat it, I'm the man Stevie see it Take your girl and her sisters, laying seeds in the siblings Look listen and pay attention about to hit you with the goodness All it really take to make it is a good idea and money Never had a Plan B because it distract me from my Plan A All it take is GooDy if you want to make your bed shake