Ty Dolla $ign, Jack Harlow - Hole in the Apple lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Jackman Thomas Harlow
[Ty Dolla $ign, Jack Harlow - Hole in the Apple lyrics]
Is there a question, in your mind today
This is tough, this is tough
If God is real, or is it just hearsay, yeah
How do I know if God is real?
How do I know, mhm? His warm spirit
(yeah, yeah) in my soul I can feel
Mustard on that beat, ho, oh Lord
If God is a woman
Ain't no way that this is what she wanted
My girl asked me for the absolute truth
And I swear to God for her
But I fronted (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
We just wanna live to a hundred
Make a few hunnids
Act like we the kings of the city
Say we we run it (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Stay faded, stay blunted (Stay blunted)
Make babies, make money, yeah, ay
Stay down ten toes (Toes)
Family over everything
My many over hoes (Hoes) city on my back
I carry very heavy loads (Loads)
Think I'm Nate Dogg
Different area codes in my call log
(Ooh, yeah)
Got shawty a Plan B, I want it all raw
(Ah, yeah)
Pull out game weak, I did it all wrong
(All wrong) at my adolescent, back in '99
I knew one day I'd make a record
Better than the Thong Song, ay
Now we done been way out in Hong Kong, uh
(Kong)
Doin' shows out in London, ay (London)
She know my bitch and she still want some
These bitches ain't shit
If God is a woman
Ain't no way that this is what she wanted
My girl asked me for the absolute truth
And I swear to God for her
But I fronted (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
We just wanna live to a hundred
Make a few hunnids
Act like we the kings of the city
Say we we run it (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Stay faded, stay blunted (Stay blunted)
Make babies, make money, yeah, ay
My soul ain't for sale
Nothin' they can take from me (Nah)
Made this song in the city
Where it stays sunny
Ain't a thing you can tell these people
Ain't funny
They gon' make a joke out of anything
(Anything) hole in the apple
Use to smoke out of anything
Remember back when all of us was broke
Now it's plenty change
They be tryna cancel me
I know how to spin these things
She don't know the game
Show these hoes how to Penny Lane
(Penny Lane) tell me, are you entertained?
Her love language is just
Me givin' her things
I use to think of immature things
And now I'm back at ever since
We been a thing (yeah, woo) do you, do you?
If God is a woman
Ain't no way that this is what she wanted
My girl asked me for the absolute truth
And I swear to God for her
But I fronted (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
We just wanna live to a hundred
Make a few hunnids
Act like we the kings of the city
Say we we run it (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Stay faded, stay blunted (Stay blunted)
Make babies, make money, yeah, ay
Do you, do you?
This is tough, this is tough
If God is real, or is it just hearsay, yeah
How do I know if God is real?
How do I know, mhm? His warm spirit
(yeah, yeah) in my soul I can feel
Mustard on that beat, ho, oh Lord
If God is a woman
Ain't no way that this is what she wanted
My girl asked me for the absolute truth
And I swear to God for her
But I fronted (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
We just wanna live to a hundred
Make a few hunnids
Act like we the kings of the city
Say we we run it (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Stay faded, stay blunted (Stay blunted)
Make babies, make money, yeah, ay
Stay down ten toes (Toes)
Family over everything
My many over hoes (Hoes) city on my back
I carry very heavy loads (Loads)
Think I'm Nate Dogg
Different area codes in my call log
(Ooh, yeah)
Got shawty a Plan B, I want it all raw
(Ah, yeah)
Pull out game weak, I did it all wrong
(All wrong) at my adolescent, back in '99
I knew one day I'd make a record
Better than the Thong Song, ay
Now we done been way out in Hong Kong, uh
(Kong)
Doin' shows out in London, ay (London)
She know my bitch and she still want some
These bitches ain't shit
If God is a woman
Ain't no way that this is what she wanted
My girl asked me for the absolute truth
And I swear to God for her
But I fronted (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
We just wanna live to a hundred
Make a few hunnids
Act like we the kings of the city
Say we we run it (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Stay faded, stay blunted (Stay blunted)
Make babies, make money, yeah, ay
My soul ain't for sale
Nothin' they can take from me (Nah)
Made this song in the city
Where it stays sunny
Ain't a thing you can tell these people
Ain't funny
They gon' make a joke out of anything
(Anything) hole in the apple
Use to smoke out of anything
Remember back when all of us was broke
Now it's plenty change
They be tryna cancel me
I know how to spin these things
She don't know the game
Show these hoes how to Penny Lane
(Penny Lane) tell me, are you entertained?
Her love language is just
Me givin' her things
I use to think of immature things
And now I'm back at ever since
We been a thing (yeah, woo) do you, do you?
If God is a woman
Ain't no way that this is what she wanted
My girl asked me for the absolute truth
And I swear to God for her
But I fronted (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
We just wanna live to a hundred
Make a few hunnids
Act like we the kings of the city
Say we we run it (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Stay faded, stay blunted (Stay blunted)
Make babies, make money, yeah, ay
Do you, do you?