These girls is bad, the flow is packed They shut the Dogg down when he reach the max Whatcha trying to drink? Clearer yet, she got her Apple Bottom,
of the year, drinks is on the house Red Porsche's, rare portraits Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
No, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad Well, maybe just a little just a tad I know every apple here ain't bad But I found a worm in every single one I had Boys
young man picking up a gun I guess that's where the money goes, yeah Am I just as good as a bad man Sleeping while the rest are dying? Or am I just as bad
tip back count double digit thousand stacks Got a bad bitch with me, she in the Valentino Half black and Filipino I let her count casinos Her under apple
be grabbed But as it came down near, so did a weary tear -I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag -Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh
(Dolly Parton) Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands
they all swoon and shriek They dig my mystique, they think I'm c'est magnifique When I'm in Paree, I'm the chicest of the chic They love my body odor and my bad
the hood Flesh burner like somebody keep puttin' in wood Don't add nothin', don't count nothin' unless it's yours Let me see, he done been on at least three tours Bad
watt's no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble (Ah, ha) None of my teachers ain't like me (Uh, uh) But make it so bad
But one home for 'em and wantin' no more covers A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me But make it so bad
four or better I'm talking Pete Rose at the end of the road Playboy fuck what you was told Watch me and my dirty City scoped the whole hood We be lookin' for the ones in tight jeans The lust never good (The lust) I'm like the Apple
guy, the guys that daddy don't like With that old cologne that they used to wear Comin' in here, smellin' just like My head is towards the light Make sure the apples
Reeko, try and understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away, the party's over It's past two o'clock, it's about time we stopped 'Cause I see
Here we come... Here we come crawling out of the mud from chaos primevil to the barnyard sun dragging our bad selves from one end of time with nothing
shout at you? How could you? Just leave me and love him out the blue Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally
much **** you wouldn't believe And I get more *** than a toilet seat Three to the one, from the one, to the three I met a bad chick last night in the
there were many before me i was always labelled the black sheep of the family what a bad seed i grow to be but if you take a look at us now you'll see the apple