Apple Sauce lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy ayy, ayy
Who, ayy ayy, in the water splash
Ayy, who, yuh, b*tch
I'ma write it down for ya
In my mothaf*ckin' Bathin' Ape
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I pour lean in my apple juice, Wockhardt what I sip
I spilled lean on my Louboutins, baby bottles on me, no bib
I'm the sh*t so change my diaper, b*tch
Got bars like a crib for infants
Pull up with a pistol, make a n*gga look so damn sick
Like he seen a b*tch with three tits
I pour lean in my apple juice, Wockhardt what I sip
I spilled lean on my Louboutins, baby bottles on me, no bib
I'm the sh*t so change my diaper, b*tch
Got bars like a crib for infants
Pull up with a pistol, make a n*gga look so damn sick
Like he seen a b*tch with three tits

[Verse]
Hey (hey), you (you), pus*y Majin, uh, Buu
I just might Tiny and T.I. some sh*t
Give her my children and then dip
Hey say, she say, she want my di*k to replay
No factory, got cheesecake
Play another game with these b*tches like I'm EA
I'm like Fat Joe in this b*tch, lean back when I walk
I pour lean in my apple juice, I slur when I talk
Doggy style that pus*y, doggy paddle, I jugg my walk
Spin my wrists like go go gadget
Sparkling diamonds when they talk
Shrek and Fiona the color my money
And his pockets they is up on ya
Showin' my ass and I know that they mad
'Cause I'm bubblin' like beer from Homer
I got that flow that gon' make you uncomfortable
Like your dog just got a boner
Your n*ggas smoking, they stoners
They couple of stoners, they mix for a loan, huh
Designer jeans they clean, hospital bill for Lee
They tryna bite my swag, I just might flick the flea
His skinny engine greased, lookin' like Ashy Larry
After my di*k she be quiet and shut up, like platypus named Perry
[Chorus]
I pour lean in my apple juice, Wockhardt what I sip
I spilled lean on my Louboutins, baby bottles on me, no bib
I'm the sh*t so change my diaper, b*tch
Got bars like a crib for infants
Pull up with a pistol, make a n*gga look so damn sick
Like he seen a b*tch with three tits
I pour lean in my apple juice, Wockhardt what I sip
I spilled lean on my Louboutins, baby bottles on me, no bib
I'm the sh*t so change my diaper, b*tch
Got bars like a crib for infants
Pull up with a pistol, make a n*gga look so damn sick
Like he seen a b*tch with three tits
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