B.o.B - Apple Pie lyrics
[B.o.B - Apple Pie lyrics]
This the LRG, "Hi! My Name is BOB" mixtape
And I'm droppin them hams - shit
- ham squad on deck!
Future Entertainment, Tjs DJs
Nigga with clinic, my nigga swag
Playboy tre, george dirt
Nigga we doin this, niggaa
You do not see this nigga?
(Ohh) Well ain't nothing like backing thighs
Yeah
There ain't nothing like a big old side, yeah
(uh huh) just can't nothing feed my appetite
(like what?)
Like a big old slice of sweet apple pie (aha)
Ain't nothing like backing thighs, yeah
There ain't nothing a big old bride, yeah
So i ran and got when i die (that what?)
That heaven don't have sweet apple pie (aye)
(Haahhh) You know what is don't play yourself
Cause you know you want to do
This while you play with yourself
Don't act like you ain't human girl
No I ain't swooping
How you think babies got here
You made it yourself
Cause everything is mutual (for show)
So let me get a slice of that
And get me through the go (for show)
Cause, I am working girl
And yeah that thing a funeral (for show)
Don't be tripping weed on the judge, judicial
(nah) but, you the cutest
So you mean as hell as usual (what's up?)
You wanted, when I tell you
You get moody though (what's up?)
You won't miss the right
Well it's something you should know
He may seem nice but every
Nigga got two of those (So?)
So I ain't moving slow
(Ohh) Well ain't nothing like backing thighs
Yeah
There ain't nothing like a big old side, yeah
(uh huh) just can't nothing feed my appetite
(like what?)
Like a big old slice of sweet apple pie (aha)
Ain't nothing like backing thighs, yeah
There ain't nothing a big old bride, yeah
So i ran and got when i die (that what?)
That heaven don't have sweet apple pie (aye)
And I'm droppin them hams - shit
- ham squad on deck!
Future Entertainment, Tjs DJs
Nigga with clinic, my nigga swag
Playboy tre, george dirt
Nigga we doin this, niggaa
You do not see this nigga?
(Ohh) Well ain't nothing like backing thighs
Yeah
There ain't nothing like a big old side, yeah
(uh huh) just can't nothing feed my appetite
(like what?)
Like a big old slice of sweet apple pie (aha)
Ain't nothing like backing thighs, yeah
There ain't nothing a big old bride, yeah
So i ran and got when i die (that what?)
That heaven don't have sweet apple pie (aye)
(Haahhh) You know what is don't play yourself
Cause you know you want to do
This while you play with yourself
Don't act like you ain't human girl
No I ain't swooping
How you think babies got here
You made it yourself
Cause everything is mutual (for show)
So let me get a slice of that
And get me through the go (for show)
Cause, I am working girl
And yeah that thing a funeral (for show)
Don't be tripping weed on the judge, judicial
(nah) but, you the cutest
So you mean as hell as usual (what's up?)
You wanted, when I tell you
You get moody though (what's up?)
You won't miss the right
Well it's something you should know
He may seem nice but every
Nigga got two of those (So?)
So I ain't moving slow
(Ohh) Well ain't nothing like backing thighs
Yeah
There ain't nothing like a big old side, yeah
(uh huh) just can't nothing feed my appetite
(like what?)
Like a big old slice of sweet apple pie (aha)
Ain't nothing like backing thighs, yeah
There ain't nothing a big old bride, yeah
So i ran and got when i die (that what?)
That heaven don't have sweet apple pie (aye)