Lyrics:
up you ain't no thug
If I fall right now
Tell me who's gonna be my crutch
Ain't no love
In the refrigerator ain't no grub
Fake pounds man no real hugs
backs saying that
"This woman this, this woman that," or "she ain't this" or "she ain't that"
I wanna be proud of you, mama
I wanna be proud of you
multiple platinum albums for an awful rapper
I'd rather get a real job than be a struggle rapper
I'd rather pay it forward than to hustle backwards
I'm
and slices of Apple pie
No asking questions no who or why
Imagine a world where no one lied oh my
Enough with chasing the man
Imma be imma be about my cheques
accord
Katy o' Katy she's sweet as an apple
She's hot as a pistol and mean as a dog
That old lady, don't ya give her no trouble
You'd be wise just to not
of the coin, I don't know what the fuck you see
Squirt off with your boy, that shit really was just pretty easy
Enjoy your life, real as a human son, y'all be
percent for every degree
That we go over temperature from back in the 1880s
By 2030 climate change will be costs 700 billion yearly
Miami alone will lose
lit every night
Yeah, we be up every night
Yeah, I need you by my side
Baby, yeah, you the apple of my eye
Can't you tell I'm all about you, you,
can practice what you preach
Hurry up back it up back it up and you'll be gone
You're nice, you're nice
Living in a fantasy life
Kaching!
Swipe
me mad And I can't handle that, when are you coming back
I know I did you wrong, my baby don't be mad My intention wasn't to break your heart or make
bitches smoking potent they can't manage
Doing damage
Stuffing cones with hella cabbage (With hella cabbage)
High as Steve Jobs when he bit the Apple B
I started off small
In your back garden
Underneath an apple tree
Cigarette papers lined up in a row
A poignent joke
I started off small
In your back
Yeah
In that chrome Avenger swerving potholes
Was smoking Apple Fritters on the top floor
In 2006 I had a thick bitch in some gauchos
Heard your baby
Yeah
In that chrome Avenger swerving potholes
Was smoking Apple Fritters on the top floor
In 2006 I had a thick bitch in some gauchos
Heard your baby
Who I
I be the guy
That be getting hella high
Hella bitches in my ride
Wanna ride
Gotta play by code
Gotta do what you told
Never say what
bounce back (yeah)
Only counting on my niggas
Any other time I count stacks
But money don't make real niggas
Real niggas make money
Money come and go
No need to be rude
Ain't nothing to lose
All up on my socials
Watching all my moves (Ouu')
Sonny D the groove
Run it back to Snoop
Onnat' gin n' juice
laugh man
Probably do me like will smith on the internet
Jokes back to back
Truth be told I can’t handle that
Cali dreams
damn near living that
it if it means I can keep you longer
And by the time I'm coming out of my sleep
You'll be back to tricking me
The poisoned apple of my eye
I just need
Apple Pay, you can hit my line anyday
I do dis shit like everyday, my Za pac from outta state
She eating good I blessed her plate
The hate be real
the Universe's roof
Crash landed back on planet like meteor
Dust off my white tee
And lift Lamborghini doors
I keep me a meaty whore
Trini in bikini, apple martini
fronted
Anybody want to test how much straps, you want it?
Ayo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Uhh
I need a real girl, Real girl
Type of girl, that can be my whole world
Loyalty over Royalty, My Queen will love me
Down to ride, always by my
to me
I'm hung up on the beauty of my masterpiece
Hello, Complete
Real good friend to me
I've knitted every fiber of your being
Hm, hey
Huh, hmm
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