Bài hát Apple Pie Báo Lỗi

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street

Won't you and your friends come eat with me

And let me show you how to whip that recipe

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets

Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street

Won't you come over and eat with me

And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip that recipe


I don't want your apple pie, mama

I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me

Made it out the spot, straight to quintana

And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka

I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup

I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher

Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas

I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone


Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama

I don't want your apple pie, no

I don't want your apple pie, mami

I don't want your apple pie no more

I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds

I need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy

Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama

I need my own pepper please

I need my own legacy, my own recipe


I came to get it nominated

From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up

I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark

That y'all see a legacy go up

Goyard done break your pockets

Boy I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up

I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons

H-Town, know we gon' stunt

I'm for real and your Rollie tick

Look bitch, this the Rodeo

But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit

I don't want your apple pie, mama

I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me

I am everything except a rapper

Shit I got at least 25 lighters on my dresser


Rocks in the night

Rocks in the night

Rocks in the night

Rocks in the night

Rocks in the night

Rocks in the night


[T.I.:]

Que sera sera, so the story goes

On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute

Tours and shows and groupie whores

Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot

Though he'd rather not

Forever been the elephant in the room

That everyone can't wait to run and tell about

The head to the body of the belligerent militant group

That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised

Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised

Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind

Will he make it? Was it worth it?

Did he win? Will he survive the Rodeo?