Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apple Pie, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Apple Pie |
| 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 |
| 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? |