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apple fridder - mg sleepy lyrics lyrics

[intro: mg sleepy]
(gmc, you goin’ crazy)
alright

[chorus: mg sleepy]
told my n+gga come take a hit of this apple fritter
ain’t finna tell you what i paid but i’m taxin’ n+ggas
i ain’t finna pass my lil’ blunt, i ain’t matchin’ n+ggas
i had to cut some n+ggas off, then my bag got bigger
spent three hundred on some purple jeans and the racks ain’t fittin’
just sold like seven hundred grams all in traffic, n+gga
up this big b+tch and turn a n+gga to a backwards flipper

[verse 1: mg sleepy]
oh, you playin’ quarterback? i’m finna sack you, n+gga
that n+gga used to be the plug, now he a tattoo n+gga
take you out your sh+t, then hit the road after i vacuum seal it
my stomach hurt, i think i gotta use the bathroom, n+gga
you’d wipe your ass before you sh+t ’cause you a backwards n+gga
like how you dirty and you broke? you don’t attract no b+tches
you ain’t gettin’ paid, you better off gettin’ subtracted, n+gga
like you ain’t really on the grind, you too distracted, n+gga
i ain’t finna do no hand+to+hands or interact with n+ggas

[verse 1: liltae2]
had to get a bag and try to stack my chicken
i ain’t come to play, i’m tryna f+ck, that’s why i grabbed your digits
you ain’t see your target when you slid, then double back to get ’em
if my brother tryna slide, b+tch, i’m blastin’ with him
started way behind, but now we passin’ n+ggas
you not payin’ for no feat’, i can’t rap with n+ggas
if you tryna pull up where i’m at, just bring a casket with you
i just bought a new gun with the mag extension
rod wave, i’ve been tryna turn rags to riches
you ain’t never cook no— you got a trashy kitchen
we ain’t stingy with these hoes, get to passin’ b+tches
[chorus: mg sleepy]
told my n+gga come take a hit of this apple fritter
ain’t finna tell you what i paid but i’m taxin’ n+ggas
i ain’t finna pass my lil’ blunt, i ain’t matchin’ n+ggas
i had to cut some n+ggas off, then my bag got bigger
spent three hundred on some purple jeans and the racks ain’t fittin’
just sold like seven hundred grams all in traffic, n+gga
up this big b+tch and turn a n+gga to a backwards flipper (n+gga)
alright
told my n+gga come take a hit of this apple fritter
ain’t finna tell you what i paid but i’m taxin’ n+ggas
i ain’t finna pass my lil’ blunt, i ain’t matchin’ n+ggas
i had to cut some n+ggas off, then my bag got bigger
spent three hundred on some purple jeans and the racks ain’t fittin’
just sold like seven hundred grams all in traffic, n+gga
up this big b+tch and turn a n+gga to a backwards flipper (backwards flipper)

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