Brian Fresco - Sour Apples lyrics

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Brian Fresco - Sour Apples lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1 - Brian Fresco] I said it's bout time sum real n***as made it hella faded laughin at all of dem old hoes I dated I pray to god all my n***as gon b straight shrimp n steak n tanned b**hes wit foreign traits Nd n***as tellin me I got next I break necks of dem blunts den I'm reachin for dat latex so I can cop sum late s** from shorty in dat spandex I'm in dis b**h actin a fool xanin off da xanex Ridin roun wit dem same boys oak street to da ave boa White ho wit dat coke nose fina cop me dat bag boa My n***as clappin dem dat toys shoot holes big like astroids Smokin onnat blastoise my head hold Dat rag boaa In rod we lust the mystic fuk n***a u missed it b**h we Savin money it's hers I'm gone spend it Brain game was splendid face shot she lived it kno da hood gon love me cuz real n***as feel da kid [HOOK - Njomza] How they gon' stop us when we movin this fast? We all got problems just leave em in the past... How they gon' stop us when we movin this fast? Foot on the pedal blowin smoke up a** We all got problems just leave em in the the past Cause we're on the way, we're on the way Sippin syrup as I skate through the 'Go It's SAVEMONEY never savin' no ho We risen higher but you already know that we're on the way We're on the way [Verse 2 - Joey Purp] Seers**er pants My vans is Marc Jacobs But the most important part of my persons imported She foreign It's 4 in the morning She snorin, I'm yawnin, we gon And my phone I'm ignorin Cause b**hes me callin I'm bogus bruh Parked out front but I'm so inside When I roll up just roll it right f**in with me then you chose it right I'm bogus bruh Parked out front but I'm so inside When I roll up just roll it right f**in with me I'll chance your life [Verse 3 - Brian Fresco] Ida B raised me savemoney made me Been a real n***a since ms Allen had dat baby Dem f**a cnt phase me torpedo from da navy leave yo block invaded Wit dem goons from Haiti Long winded dese n***as ain't gat no stamina I'm Ridin wit a b**h wit tits as big as Pamela's Nd Cece still trippin ova Angela but kno it's really nothin for real n***as to handle em Smokin ova gone in dis zone thinkin bout these streets I call home n how we gladiate like Rome From dat city wea da bullets hot wen it's cold wea dem people look left and folks gat dat rite mode Wea if u lookin at da wrong n***a u can get yo sh** twisted n***a U can get yo sh**t lifted get yo sh**t shifted my n***as all ona wrong side n***a we can get it crackin get it .. Piffy [Verse 4 - Joey Purp] I used to roll them baseball spliffs with the paper tips Ridin round on my 10 speed tryna make a grip Now it's flick-flick Takin pictures with a naked b**h Take a hit, take a sniff Take a sip, take a drip Puffin on the gra** Sippin fast, but I'm movin slow Tell that b**h be easy when you see me Keep it groovy ho Understand n***a it's that fam Don't be stupid, foe Savemoney my crew for sure Them the n***as I do it for We up next and you upset I'm hot up, you ain't up yet Layin down when I'm sipping potion Finna blow that's big commotion Shouts out my brother Vic Fresco my brother too I run the 2 you run the 3 That Scottie game, that Jordan D That 91-93 95-98 That bullsh** that n***as hate That bullsh** that n***as ain't Chitown where you n***as can't Smoke weed till my n***as faint Savemoney you n***as fake Savemoney you n***as fake