She screamin' "Hit 'em up", I'm screamin', "Who shot ya?" I'm on that red wine, shorty like white Same shit different toilet, we both gettin' nice Me, I'm from the Apple
I be feelin' it Four days then I'm sick of her, 'cause her brain is Lemonhead Cocaine white exterior, interior lemonade Yellow wit' da off-white trim
I carry the torch for her in the orchard Apples were her last name My Jeanine my Jeanine Each tree would ignite with blossom of white And apple her hair
they ain't fucked me And they say I'm lucky Do you think, I've got time to fuck all these hoes? And do all these shows? Or flight in the lama, Dodge and White
everyone started to move People rejoiced instead of financing Your preconceived notions were shattered By these super old white people dancing [The Lonely Island] The Big Apple
They only show you their gums when they smile Ain't got a tooth in their heads now, how vile Only can eat things like pudding and apple sauce They never
, the block feeling like (Ya'meen) Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me (Ya'meen, ya'meen) Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the (Ya'meen) The streets is watching the apple
Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple
Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch Candy apple
-g-get it shawty, get it shawty Get it shawty, get it shawty, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Jeans tight, high heels, this is how you make me feel Lips glossed, teeth white, apple
just one apple on the tree It isn't like I hoped it'd be Yesterday when there was still you I looked and I swear that I saw two Maybe a wandering white
? Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish My roughest niggaz in the Apple on Coolidge Remember White
simple man I run up on you, man and all I ain't no minute man A G 4 headin' straight for Switzerland Or independent 8 mile down to Michigan She so sit an S T L hottie Apple
moved above the law, 50 gs in the floor type to bring with me a key right to her door waiting [for drugs law], livin the china white if you got her high
driving me out of my mind I?ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree And lands in the
You'll Be Comin' Down White roses and misty blue eyes Red mornin's and nothin' but grey skies A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through Jacket you
nigga thugged out Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag Rubber bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags Apple
stuff Till his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush [Incomprehensible] I'm like surely hope that we can fix our differences soon White apples