This is a song about "Ripe berry"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Jennifer lawrence (uh), halle berry

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

Why we gotta fight

Bars so ripe their ready to be cultivated

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

They pluck us before we're ripe

Jungle fever for the night

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

It go halle berry or hallelujah

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix