Apple
Nick-otine Cedes
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Am I crazy or a genius? Please enlighten me cause I don't know the difference Should I cut her off? Should I keep it? I'm the boss baby sorry that's just business I'm so wavy, I'm Pacific, If I wanna be specific Ima kill it, John Wick it Let me tell you 'bout these bitches Lemme tell you 'bout these bitches Who be lookin like some angels but they really so wicked They be handin you an apple, you ain't thinkin you just bit it But she got it from a serpent and I'm curtain, so just listen You thought that she was flirting No this isn't tennis but these bitches they be serving you some lies Yuh, they be servin u some You ain't notice you wanted a taste but then you got to eatin the apple she gave you like Garden of Eden You felt for the trap just like Adam and (Eve)n if you weren't focused on magic she worked on you like hocus pocus Maybe you'd notice the apple was poison You had your chance, you ain't even know it, yuh She picked up the apple cause that shit was venomous She on the hunt to find who her next victim is Damn Nick that's some deep shit I know, I know Fly up in the sky You get second hand high Just by listening to this kid spit like I'm tasting shit Y'all ain't even in the game so we can't even scrimmage bitch On player shit Religious bitch I hit it missionary Marchin with my crew we got some guns like military I've been on a roll like bicycles but y'all are stationary I got take over, let the competition vary Cause I'm all about that green, talking money and the weed Take a stand against the man, like U.S.A I'm Revolutionary Only (One Direction) that I'm going's up Got Styles little Harry like a buzz cut I'm an open book I take the locks off Still can't read me cause you know Ima step up on your block Knock your socks off, I got all my dogs out Hunt you like some blood hounds All these bands that I Count, Feeling like I'm Dracula I got a taste for blood now Damn, Nick-otine Cedes be catchin buzzes I guess I'm a little high now, Ima take the high route Smoking while I'm driving got this gas now Your bitch is the joint she gettin passed 'round Sleeping with this bitches till I pass out Like a loose leaf I got paper now I knock the competition out like loose teeth I do the impossible like Tom I gotta Cruise g But now she wanna ship because I'm wavy At this point I don't know if I'm stoned or lazy She be stayin at my crib cause she my baby Y'all are crying and complaining I can't let that shit affect my beauty sleep But y'all are sleeping on me, so how the f*ck you ugly? So disgusting gotta look the other way But I won't turn my back on homies who was with me when we started us the wave Before it caused us a tsunami Can't share my shit with everybody bitch I ain't a Commy I'm the OG, y'all are copies Spittin fax this ain't a printer Only green lights, you can't stop me I've got all this gas like Nazis (Oh shit) Woah, I know I gotta slow my roll and watch my mouth I've gotta clean it out like mouthwash Gotta wash it out, I'm flossing out these rappers that I ate I feel like Dahmer now, a monster how I kill um like a mobster On a roll just like a lobster
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