Cam’ron, Byrd Lady , Skitzo - Cookies (N-Apple Juice) lyrics

Killa! Yo
I won't kiss her
Maybe hug her but I don't even like her
I might get it, hit it
Split it but yo I'll never wife her
I Rowdy Roddy Pipe her
(yes) but when she can't decipher (what?)
Love from fucking no fussing, buzzing
She out my cypher (ahh)
Come through in a Viper (Viper)
God damn I might white Nike her (yeah)
Yeah she straight, but get it straight
Underestimate I might just dyke her
(dyke her)
You fight and fuss wanna bite her (damn)
Lock your girl down just like Rikers
I ain't gotta do that once I hit
Your shit the damn bitch a lifer (forever)
This dude wanna write her
(write her?) , e mail, text and type her
He a runner, I'm a gunner, baby girl
A sniper (sniper)
Roll the blunts up, ma I'mma get the lighter
I'll have you squirtin' for certain
Yeah bring a diaper
Milk, lemonade, I'm a fucking renegade
Handguns, hand grenades meet me
At the center stage (stage, stage)
Baby boy go hire a squadron
My crib got more poles
Than the fire department (Ahh)

Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you
Cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you
(Lady) cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you
Cookies with some apple juice

First lady so wavy, lady of the birds
This is the Byrd Lady
Holdin' up you know it gets crazy
No I'm not yo' girl but I could be your baby
Yes baby, I'm sexy
Why you itty bitty girls wanna test me?
Cause I fly high floatin' where the jets be
That's why your man wanna sex me
Yep, he said I'm cute
Try to throw me in the loop
Hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies
Drink my apple juice
Apple Coupe, zoom-zoom, horse and Porsche
Vroom-vroom zoom-zoom and not poom-poom
Smash real fast got up out his room
Classy, yet I get nasty
Nasty but never trashy
Bright light, yes bitch I'm flashy
No you will never pass me
Ask me? Ask who, ask you
I'm sick, something like a flu flu
You stink, something like a zoo zoo
Lay low, you know what to do boo
Cause you don't want no problems
Please trust girl i will solve them
Fo' Fives gats, I revolve 'em
Now it's hell up in Harlem
This for midwest, down south, dirty dirty
Bitches catch up
Tie your shoes now hurry hurry

Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you
Cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you
Cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you
Cookies with some apple juice milk, Milk
Lemonade 'round the corner fudge is made
Cookies with some apple juice
I'm just trying to get paid milk, Milk
Lemonade 'round the corner fudge is made
Cookies with some apple juice
I'm just trying to get paid

I said, cookies and some apple juice
Cherry Jeeps, Apple Coupes
No hassle, hit 'em with a gavel
Asshole my whole staff will shoot
(Shoot, shoot sh-sh-shoot)
What could the bastard do? (nothing)
They run, we run this town
We'll run you down, they'll laugh at you
Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere
(damn)
Fuck Christmas, you could have a merry year
Where you wanna go, everywhere?
What you wanna do? Let me hear
I'm talkin' Vegas
I don't do them teddy bears
(nope, nope, nope) but I do do the fish nets
Pre-ejaculation to get my dick wet (No homo)
But I'm tryna get your lips wet
Doggy-style, facial, huh welcome to Dipset