Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sour Apples, artist - Brian FrescoDate of issue: 18.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sour Apples |
| I said it’s bout time sum real niggas made it hella faded laughin at all of dem |
| old hoes I dated |
| I pray to god all my niggas gon b straight shrimp n steak n tanned bitches wit |
| foreign traits |
| Nd niggas tellin me I got next I break necks of dem blunts den I’m reachin for |
| dat latex so I can cop sum late sex from shorty in dat spandex |
| I’m in dis bitch actin a fool xanin off da xanex |
| Ridin roun wit dem same boys oak street to da ave boa |
| White ho wit dat coke nose fina cop me dat bag boa |
| My niggas clappin dem dat toys shoot holes big like astroids |
| Smokin onnat blastoise my head hold |
| Dat rag boaa |
| In rod we lust the mystic fuk nigga u missed it bitch we Savin money it’s hers |
| I’m gone spend it |
| Brain game was splendid face shot she lived it kno da hood gon love me cuz real |
| niggas feel da kid |
| How they gon' stop us when we movin this fast? |
| We all got problems just leave em in the past… |
| How they gon' stop us when we movin this fast? |
| Foot on the pedal blowin smoke up ass |
| We all got problems just leave em in the the past |
| Cause we’re on the way, we’re on the way |
| Sippin syrup as I skate through the 'Go |
| It’s SAVEMONEY never savin' no ho |
| We risen higher but you already know that we’re on the way |
| We’re on the way |
| Seersucker pants |
| My vans is Marc Jacobs |
| But the most important part of my persons imported |
| She foreign |
| It’s 4 in the morning |
| She snorin, I’m yawnin, we gon |
| And my phone I’m ignorin |
| Cause bitches me callin |
| I’m bogus bruh |
| Parked out front but I’m so inside |
| When I roll up just roll it right |
| Fuckin with me then you chose it right |
| I’m bogus bruh |
| Parked out front but I’m so inside |
| When I roll up just roll it right |
| Fuckin with me I’ll chance your life |
| Ida B raised me savemoney made me |
| Been a real nigga since ms Allen had dat baby |
| Dem fucka cnt phase me torpedo from da navy leave yo block invaded |
| Wit dem goons from Haiti |
| Long winded dese niggas ain’t gat no stamina I’m Ridin wit a bitch wit tits as |
| big as Pamela’s |
| Nd Cece still trippin ova Angela but kno it’s really nothin for real niggas to |
| handle em |
| Smokin ova gone in dis zone thinkin bout these streets I call home n how we |
| gladiate like Rome |
| From dat city wea da bullets hot wen it’s cold wea dem people look left and |
| folks gat dat rite mode |
| Wea if u lookin at da wrong nigga u can get yo shit twisted nigga |
| U can get yo shitt lifted get yo shitt shifted my niggas all ona wrong side |
| nigga we can get it crackin get it. |
| Piffy |
| I used to roll them baseball spliffs with the paper tips |
| Ridin round on my 10 speed tryna make a grip |
| Now it’s flick-flick |
| Takin pictures with a naked bitch |
| Take a hit, take a sniff |
| Take a sip, take a drip |
| Puffin on the grass |
| Sippin fast, but I’m movin slow |
| Tell that bitch be easy when you see me |
| Keep it groovy ho |
| Understand nigga it’s that fam |
| Don’t be stupid, foe |
| Savemoney my crew for sure |
| Them the niggas I do it for |
| We up next and you upset |
| I’m hot up, you ain’t up yet |
| Layin down when I’m sipping potion |
| Finna blow that’s big commotion |
| Shouts out my brother Vic |
| Fresco my brother too |
| I run the 2 you run the 3 |
| That Scottie game, that Jordan D |
| That 91−93 95−98 |
| That bullshit that niggas hate |
| That bullshit that niggas ain’t |
| Chitown where you niggas can’t |
| Smoke weed till my niggas faint |
| Savemoney you niggas fake |
| Savemoney you niggas fake |