Lyrics:
of getting struck by lightning twice
I'm in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice
Cop a low price (I know people)
Pop wheelies on motorbikes
And get
in an apple, an apple has been rotten
Scheme like a clan, I plan like Bin Laden
Supreme, screen writer, slit, script editor
Drop the LP, many hit
wore riot gear and a Garcia tie
He made me pass a credit check before he let me die
Not approved
500 years fruit out of reach
Guarded by a rotten peach
apple
with her magic.
(노래3)
Abracadabra
Do the magic!
Abra!
Abracadabra
Do the magic!
Cadabra!
The poisoned apple in my hand.
It will kill Snow White.
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
steel the green from all the leaves
We're the rotten apple at the core is where the maggots breed
Did you eat
Do you believe his omni potency you can
parked on 3rd street by Gate house
Where the fire at
Come round thinking shit sweet
Try to take something
Don't try that
Six pack had the Pyrex
My cousin
running clear, if at all
Apples to consume when they fall
Let me try this one again
Red is the rotten tomatoes they throw
When they hate my performance
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
to the river
But we going to chrome
Cuz the girls there way thicker
Had a bad day I hope nobody get to trippin
Young wild and reckless so therefore anybody can
on these set of fingers
Yeah, on these set of fingers
Quick moment of silence, I’m gone
An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away
But what can i do to stay away
the pad bleed
A bad seed from a rotten apple
Preacher talk shit get popped in the chapel
Flavour like Snapple, you can all get some
'cause it's all
raise
I grab man and start squeezing his neck mate
Like three's you won't leave unless I
See ps by the next day heat in the next way
Heat in BE's and I
of the nighttime last all day
We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check
You better watch your back, we want your neck
Nothing but rotten apples lay
the stars
Now the light I'm running toward
At the bottom of the barrel, I was like the rotten apple
And I never graduated, no gown, no cap and a tassel
some haters
Took the L in Philly, And the 7 to Queens
Flip the D to State St, Living American dream
Got 3x returns, On the company's investment
Prices
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
It's real!
(It's real!) So real!
It's realer than real, for real, for real
The early bird gets the worm in this rotten apple
But explore deep
high snobbidy
Freakanomics and war policy, dichotomy
That's Heaven and Hades, Tigres and Euphrates
His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies
Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep
I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
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