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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-ggas made it h-lla faded laughin at all of dem old hoes i dated
i pray to god all my n-ggas gon b straight shrimp n steak n tanned b-tches wit foreign traits
nd n-ggas 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-x from shorty in dat spandex
i’m in dis b-tch actin a fool xanin off da xanex
ridin roun wit dem same boys oak street to da ave boa
white ho wit dat c0ke nose fina cop me dat bag boa
my n-ggas clappin dem dat toys shoot holes big like astroids
smokin onnat blastoise my head hold
dat rag boaa
in rod we l-st the mystic f-k n-gga u missed it b-tch 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-ggas 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 -ss
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]
seersucker 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-tches me callin
i’m bogus bruh
parked out front but i’m so inside
when i roll up just roll it right
f-ckin 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-ckin with me i’ll chance your life

[verse 3 – brian fresco]
ida b raised me savemoney made me
been a real n-gga since ms allen had dat baby
dem f-cka cnt phase me torpedo from da navy leave yo block invaded
wit dem goons from haiti
long winded dese n-ggas ain’t gat no stamina i’m ridin wit a b-tch wit t-ts as big as pamela’s
nd cece still trippin ova angela but kno it’s really nothin for real n-ggas 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-gga u can get yo sh-t twisted n-gga
u can get yo sh-tt lifted get yo sh-tt shifted my n-ggas all ona wrong side n-gga 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 fl!ck-fl!ck
takin pictures with a naked b-tch
take a hit, take a sniff
take a sip, take a drip
puffin on the gr-ss
sippin fast, but i’m movin slow
tell that b-tch be easy when you see me
keep it groovy ho
understand n-gga it’s that fam
don’t be stupid, foe
savemoney my crew for sure
them the n-ggas 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-t that n-ggas hate
that bullsh-t that n-ggas ain’t
chitown where you n-ggas can’t
smoke weed till my n-ggas faint
savemoney you n-ggas fake
savemoney you n-ggas fake

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