FruitSnacks versuri

FruitSnacks lyrics by Dave Blunts

Intro
Know they really want a man, yeah
Know they really want a man
Yeah
I know they really want a man, yeah
Know they really want a man
Yeah

Chorus
That’s why I fuck hoes that got kids
Cause I know they really want a man
She’s like „Can you be my kid’s new dad?”
I’m like „No, bitch – not a chance,”
I ain’t even really tryna talk, bitch
Please drop your pants
I might eat her kid’s fruit snacks
Then, pass the bitch to my mans

Verse
Her kid’s dad isn’t in the picture
Too young to be a father figure
Her baby daddy used to always hit her
And she can’t find a babysitter
And hеr house got a thousand roaches
She suck mе up so I wouldn’t focus
Bitch I still see these fuckin’ roaches
Damn bitch, why you live so bogus?
Damn bitch, why your kids so greedy?
Damn bitch, why your kids so needy?
She crying to me like „Please don’t leave me,”
That reminds me, I should go buy some milk
I’ll be right back, the store is down the hill
I’m never coming back, bitch be for real
Her kids are so bad, that I couldn’t hit them
I’m not the real dad, so it isn’t-

Chorus
That’s why I fuck hoes that got kids
Cause I know they really want a man
She’s like „Can you be my kid’s new dad?”
I’m like „No, bitch – not a chance,”
I ain’t even really tryna talk, bitch
Please drop your pants
I might eat her kid’s fruit snacks
Then, pass the bitch to my mans

That’s why I fuck hoes that got kids
Cause I know they really want a man
She’s like „Can you be my kid’s new dad?”
I’m like „No, bitch – not a chance,”
I ain’t even really tryna talk, bitch
Please drop your pants
I might eat her kid’s fruit snacks
Then, pass the bitch to my mans