Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apple Jacks, artist - Yung Gravy. Album song Thanksgiving's Eve, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Yung Gravy
Song language: English
Apple Jacks |
Got your bitch coming through to play some checkers |
I haven’t even got to text her, well-known flexer (Oh) |
I might dunk up on your bitch, Sam Dekker |
I’ll send your bitch a fax (Whoa), 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 'cause my wrist reflecting (Ice) |
Bad bitch selection, thicker than a Houston Texas (Whoa) |
Don’t be coming round with that hocus pocus (Oh) |
I’d be fuckin' focused riding in that Ford Focus, or the Lotus (Ayy) |
Thotties swarming like locusts (Ayy) |
It ain’t hard to notice that your Gucci belt is bogus (Whoa) |
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 (Whoa), 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 |