Khary - Apple Cider lyrics
Khary [Khary Durgans]
[Khary - Apple Cider lyrics]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Uhhh
This is weird
Fresh up out the shower
I got dollars to get
Yeah, they screamin', yeah, they holler
I'm a popular kid
Don't you come 'round wit' them problems
I'm just mindin' my business
Life is sweet like apple cider
You could pass it, you could lob
You could bet it on me
In Las Vegas with the eyes
Why you sweatin', homie?
Yeah, I do think I'm a god
All this heaven, homie
You still don't get why I'm high
I'm just better, homie
Back up just a bit
Watch me rap 'bout nothing
Bargain for the fit
Call that Goodwill hunting
Shorty hit me quick when she
Say that I was something
Need a foreign whip- vroom, vroom
Vroom! You can't touch this
They guardin' the right, I go with my left
I turn out the lights, I shoot it like Steph
Hold your breath
I don't even wanna hear you, hold this L
"We ooh-we ooh-we ooh-we ooh!" fell
Up the hill like Jack and
Jill, I brought a pail
Wish me well
I do not know what has gotten into me
But please don't kill the vibe
I'm gathering all my energy
The leader of my tribe
Finally get what I'm meant to be
You cannot defend the king, James
Fresh up out the shower
I got dollars to get
Yeah, they screamin', yeah, they holler
I'm a popular kid
Don't you come 'round wit' them problems
I'm just mindin' my business
Life is sweet like apple cider
You could pass it, you could lob
You could bet it on me
In Las Vegas with the eyes
Why you sweatin', homie?
Yeah, I do think I'm a god
All this heaven, homie
You still don't get why I'm high
I'm just better, homie
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Uhhh
This is weird
Fresh up out the shower
I got dollars to get
Yeah, they screamin', yeah, they holler
I'm a popular kid
Don't you come 'round wit' them problems
I'm just mindin' my business
Life is sweet like apple cider
You could pass it, you could lob
You could bet it on me
In Las Vegas with the eyes
Why you sweatin', homie?
Yeah, I do think I'm a god
All this heaven, homie
You still don't get why I'm high
I'm just better, homie
Back up just a bit
Watch me rap 'bout nothing
Bargain for the fit
Call that Goodwill hunting
Shorty hit me quick when she
Say that I was something
Need a foreign whip- vroom, vroom
Vroom! You can't touch this
They guardin' the right, I go with my left
I turn out the lights, I shoot it like Steph
Hold your breath
I don't even wanna hear you, hold this L
"We ooh-we ooh-we ooh-we ooh!" fell
Up the hill like Jack and
Jill, I brought a pail
Wish me well
I do not know what has gotten into me
But please don't kill the vibe
I'm gathering all my energy
The leader of my tribe
Finally get what I'm meant to be
You cannot defend the king, James
Fresh up out the shower
I got dollars to get
Yeah, they screamin', yeah, they holler
I'm a popular kid
Don't you come 'round wit' them problems
I'm just mindin' my business
Life is sweet like apple cider
You could pass it, you could lob
You could bet it on me
In Las Vegas with the eyes
Why you sweatin', homie?
Yeah, I do think I'm a god
All this heaven, homie
You still don't get why I'm high
I'm just better, homie