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Kmd

Genres: Hip-Hop

Plumskinzz Lyrics - Kmd

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh 

 

Sho' nuff as the 7-11 wins 

I's in for Plumskinnz from begin like when? 

A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens with a grin 

Thick chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten 

Up high, the up high I'm covered 

With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets hit the toe 

Down low on the down low 

I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe 

Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks 

I want Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks 

Tongue tied up, tongue tied up confidin 

Thinkin' if I could I'll stoop to trickin' 

Beware the grocer when ya crush em with your thumbs though oh? 

See no grocer wants bruised plums yo so? 

Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten 

And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums 

At the corner store a sign reads, "For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail" 

Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males 

Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale 

Back to the honeyplum that's swift with gift 

And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just plead fifth 

I'll say sweet young, from your?have some 

You got some peach fuzz 

"Yeah you know me!" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz 

Don't drool with all the juice you dribble 

Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble 

Trust, just, in case you're asked why 

Behind my buttonfly is a fruit fly 

Huntin for those plumskinzz 

 

I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop 

When I'm checkin for the plums, ya don't stop 

I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop 

When I'm lickin on the plums, ya don't stop 

I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop 

When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't stop 

I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop 

Like suckin on a plum, ya don't stop 

 

Since last we spoke I cried about Teddy Ruxpin 

And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and uhh 

Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges 

Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges 

Legs over ledges, I'm over heels 

Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I build 

But then hard times come, oh and how 

It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau 

No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in booze 

I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise 

Up somethin lovely kickin game, no shame 

Great shape got me Great date but untamed 

You never knows, where goes my hand next 

Suprise, I'm in your plumskin Spandex 

Lust for lust-ful got me lustin 

Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin 

Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya 

Baby listen close, and follow this procedure 

You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin 

But before you go you know we gotta get somethin 

Start-ed, pump-kin, pie 

I promise to lick ya til your well runs dry 

By the fruit you bare I guess you got spoon 

In my room I search some this Fruit of my Loom 

I never touch young bright them plums til they reach age 

Oooh-ahh plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage 

Don't think I ain't good when I'm gooder 

Don't think I won't when I woulda 

I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon 

Damn I wouldn't want my plum to turn prune 

Unless it be all that, be all that 

It won't matter, just black sweet ones come fatter 

I'm kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix 

But always fix fat drums in the batter 

They say you must, must share a little plum 

I say, "With that idea kid, you're dumb" 

I play the role, play the role, kinda shy 

And keep the concept to unbutton the fly 

The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore? 

I pick fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore 

Raw as can be, I can be much more adore 

My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw 

It's plenty much, plenty much to go round 

I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the pound 

Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round 

But if now, sit tight, I just might hound you down 

Things that make you go "Mmmmm" 

Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go "Mmmmm" 

If you ain't already been, yo catch me with a finnicky grin 

And you should know, like Flynn I'm in 

For those plumskinzz 

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