She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets,Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street.Won't you and your friends come eat with me,And let me show you how to whip that recipe?She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets,Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street.Won't you come over and eat with meAnd let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe?I don't want your apple pie, mama,I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin me,Made it out the spot straight to Quintana,And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka.I say when they come at me, I bet, they have some backup,I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the Stasher,Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas,I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone?‘Cause I don't want your apple pie, no, no, mama!I don't want your apple pie, no!I don't want your apple pie, mami,I don't want your apple pie no more.I need my own pepper, pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds,Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy.Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama,I need my own pepper, please,My own legacy, my own recipe.I came to get it nominatedFrom a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up,I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark,That y'all see a legacy go up.Goyard done break your pockets,Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin all these beats go up,I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin makin in four seasons.H-Town, know we gon' stunt,I'm for real and your Rollie tick.Look, bitch, this the Rodeo,But I ain't goin out for your bullshit.I don't want your apple pie, mama,I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin me,I am everythin' except a rapper,Shit, I got at least 25 lighters on my dresser.Rocks in the night! [×6][T.I.]Que sera sera, so the story goes. On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute. Tours and shows, and groupie whores. Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot, though he'd rather not. Forever been the elephant in the room that everyone can't wait to run and tell about. The head to the body of the belligerent militant group that sponsors the revolution that will not be televised. Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised. Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind – will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive the Rodeo?
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