| Killa!
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| Yo
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| I won’t kiss her, maybe hug her but I don’t even like her
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| I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I’ll never wife her
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| I Rowdy Roddy Pipe-her, (yes) but when she can’t decipher (what?)
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| Love from fucking no fussing, buzzing, she out my cypher (ahh)
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| Come through in a Viper (Viper)
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| God damn I might white Nike her (yeah)
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| Yeah she straight, but get it straight, underestimate I might just dyke her
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| (dyke her)
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| You fight and fuss wanna bite her, (damn)
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| Lock your girl down just like Rikers
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| I ain’t gotta do that once I hit your shit the damn bitch a lifer (forever)
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| This dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her
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| He a runner, I’m a gunner, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
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| Roll the blunts up, ma I’mma get the lighter
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| I’ll have you squirtin' for certain, yeah bring a diaper
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| Milk, lemonade, I’m a fucking renegade
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| Handguns, hand grenades meet me at the center stage (stage, stage)
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| Baby boy go hire a squadron
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| My crib got more poles than the fire department (Ahh)
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| Cookies with some apple juice
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| Cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
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| I ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
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| I ain’t mad at you, (Lady) cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
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| I ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
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| First lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the Byrd Lady
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| Holdin' up you know it gets crazy
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| No I’m not yo' girl but I could be your baby
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| Yes baby, I’m sexy, why you itty bitty girls wanna test me?
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| Cause I fly high floatin' where the jets be
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| That’s why your man wanna sex me
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| Yep, he said I’m cute, try to throw me in the loop
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| Hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies, drink my apple juice
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| Apple Coupe, zoom-zoom, horse and Porsche, vroom-vroom
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| Zoom-zoom and not poom-poom, smash real fast got up out his room
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| Classy, yet I get nasty, nasty but never trashy
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| Bright light, yes bitch I’m flashy, no you will never pass me
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| Ask me? |
| Ask who, ask you
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| I’m sick, something like a flu flu
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| You stink, something like a zoo zoo
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| Lay low, you know what to do boo
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| Cause you don’t want no problems, please trust girl
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| I will solve them
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| Fo' Fives gats, I revolve 'em, now it’s hell up in Harlem
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| This for midwest, down south, dirty dirty
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| Bitches catch up, tie your shoes now hurry hurry
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| Cookies with some apple juice
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| Cookies with some apple juice
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| I ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
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| I ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
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| I ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
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| Milk, Milk
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| Lemonade
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| 'round the corner fudge is made
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| Cookies with some apple juice
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| I’m just trying to get paid
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| Milk, Milk
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| Lemonade
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| 'round the corner fudge is made
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| Cookies with some apple juice
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| I’m just trying to get paid
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| I said, cookies and some apple juice
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| Cherry Jeeps, Apple Coupes
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| No hassle, hit 'em with a gavel, asshole my whole staff will shoot (Shoot,
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| shoot sh-sh-shoot)
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| What could the bastard do? |
| (nothing)
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| They run, we run this town, we’ll run you down, they’ll laugh at you
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| Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (damn)
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| Fuck Christmas, you could have a merry year
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| Where you wanna go, everywhere?
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| What you wanna do? |
| Let me hear
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| I’m talkin' Vegas, I don’t do them teddy bears (nope, nope, nope)
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| But I do do the fish nets…
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| Pre-ejaculation to get my dick wet (No homo.)
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| But I’m tryna get your lips wet
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| Doggy-style, facial, huh. |
| Welcome to Dipset |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cookies n Apple Juice , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Crime Pays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп