Apple Jacks
"Is it, is it hard, is it hard to be fresh if you don't have money, or can you still pull it off?"
"When I ain't had no money, I still had sauce (mhm)"
"So if you ain't got no sauce, you-you lost (mhm)"
"But you also get lost in the sauce"
"You can get- how you get lost in the sauce?"
"A bish bad, a bish gon' get lost in the sauce, right (mhm)"
"You know what I'm saying?"
"I know what you saying man"
"I ain't have no sprink in the sauce, dropping sauce in the street man"
"Right, right, right"
"Know what I mean?"
"I dig it man"
"Overdose on sauce"
Posted watching 1 Tree Hill with yo' momma (woah)
She made lasagna, I think it's Jane Fonda (Fonda)
When the morning comes she makes breakfast burritos
Heavy on la pica, she call me Suavecito (ooh girl)
Me and Engels in the lab like Dexter (oh)
Got your bitch coming through to play some checkers
I ain't even got to text her, well known flexer (woah)
I might dunk up on your bitch Sam Dekker
I'll send your bitch a fax (woah)
Wake up and smell the racks (oh)
Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (splash)
I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack (ooh girl)
Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback
You can say I'm flexing
Your girl texting 'cuz my wrist reflecting (ice)
Bad bitch selection, thicker than a Houston Texas (woah)
Don't be coming round with that hocus-pocus (oh)
I be fuckin' focused riding in that Ford Focus, or the Lotus (ay)
Thotties swarming like locusts (ay)
It ain't hard to notice that your Gucci belt is bogus (woah)
Boy that's atrocious (ooh), Gravy so ferocious (shit)
Yo bitch bought me roses now she coming through for some osmosis
I'll send your bitch a fax (woah)
Wake up and smell the racks (oh)
Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (splash)
I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack (ooh girl)
Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback
"That's what it is"
"No, no, no meat just sauce"
"Are, when you're born, can you be born with sauce? Or do you acquire sauce?"
"No you can't be born with sauce"
"You, you get, you get sauce, you get sauce"
"How you gon' be born with Caesar? You gotta get Caesar"
"When I ain't had no money, I still had sauce (mhm)"
"So if you ain't got no sauce, you-you lost (mhm)"
"But you also get lost in the sauce"
"You can get- how you get lost in the sauce?"
"A bish bad, a bish gon' get lost in the sauce, right (mhm)"
"You know what I'm saying?"
"I know what you saying man"
"I ain't have no sprink in the sauce, dropping sauce in the street man"
"Right, right, right"
"Know what I mean?"
"I dig it man"
"Overdose on sauce"
Posted watching 1 Tree Hill with yo' momma (woah)
She made lasagna, I think it's Jane Fonda (Fonda)
When the morning comes she makes breakfast burritos
Heavy on la pica, she call me Suavecito (ooh girl)
Me and Engels in the lab like Dexter (oh)
Got your bitch coming through to play some checkers
I ain't even got to text her, well known flexer (woah)
I might dunk up on your bitch Sam Dekker
I'll send your bitch a fax (woah)
Wake up and smell the racks (oh)
Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (splash)
I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack (ooh girl)
Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback
You can say I'm flexing
Your girl texting 'cuz my wrist reflecting (ice)
Bad bitch selection, thicker than a Houston Texas (woah)
Don't be coming round with that hocus-pocus (oh)
I be fuckin' focused riding in that Ford Focus, or the Lotus (ay)
Thotties swarming like locusts (ay)
It ain't hard to notice that your Gucci belt is bogus (woah)
Boy that's atrocious (ooh), Gravy so ferocious (shit)
Yo bitch bought me roses now she coming through for some osmosis
I'll send your bitch a fax (woah)
Wake up and smell the racks (oh)
Pouring Colt 45 up in my Apple Jacks (splash)
I eat some snacks, I pull off in the lack (ooh girl)
Bitch I might just pipe your bitch to some Nickelback
"That's what it is"
"No, no, no meat just sauce"
"Are, when you're born, can you be born with sauce? Or do you acquire sauce?"
"No you can't be born with sauce"
"You, you get, you get sauce, you get sauce"
"How you gon' be born with Caesar? You gotta get Caesar"
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Hauri
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