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cookies n apple juice - cam'ron lyrics

[ verse 1: ]
{ cam’ron }

killa!
yo.

i won’t kiss her, maybe hug her but i don’t even like her
i might get it, hit it, split it but yo i’ll never wife her.
i’m rowdy roddy piper, (yes) but when she can’t decipher (what?)
love for f-cking no fussing, buzzing, she out my sypher. (ahh)
come thru in a viper (viper)
god d-mn i might white nike her (yeah)
yeah she straight, but get it straight, underestimate i might just dike her (dike her)
you fight and fuss wanna bite her, (d-mn)
lock your girl down just like rikers
i ain’t gotta do that once i hit your sh-t the d-mn b-tch will life her (forever)
this dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her.
he a runna, i’m a gunna, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
roll the blunts up, ma i’ma get the lighter
i’ll have you squirtin’ for certain, yeah bring a diaper.
milk, lemonade, i’m a f-cking renegade
handguns, hand grenades meet me at the center stage. (stage, stage)
baby boy go hire a squadron,
my crib got more poles than the fire department. (ahh)

[ chorus: ]
{ skitzo }

cookies with some apple juice
cookies with some apple juice (lady)
i ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice (lady)
i ain’t mad at you, (lady) cookies with some apple juice (lady)
i ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice

[ verse 2: ]
{ byrd lady }

first lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the byrd lady
holdin’ up you know it gets crazy,
no i’m not yo’ girl but i could be your baby.
yes baby, i’m s-xy, why you itty bitty girls wanna test me?
cuz i’m fly high floatin’ with a jet ski,
that’s why your man wanna s-x me.
yep, he said i’m cute, try to throw me in the loop
hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies, drink my apple juice.
apple coupe, zoom-zoom, horse your porsche, vroom-vroom
zoom-zoom and not poom-poom, smash real fast got up out his room

cl-ssy, yet i get nasty, nasty but never trashy,
bright light, yes b-tch i’m flashy, no you will never p-ss me.
ask me? ask who, ask you. i’m sick, something like a flu flu,
you stink, something like a zoo zoo, lay low, you know what to do boo
cuz you don’t want no problems, please trust girl, i will solve them.
fo’ fives cats, i revolve ’em, now it’s h-ll up in harlem.
this for midwest, down south, dirty dirty,
b-tches catch up, tie your shoes now hurry hurry.

[ chorus: ]
{skitzo}

cookies with some apple juice
cookies with some apple juice
i ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
i ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
i ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
milk, milk lemonade, round the corner fudge is made
cookies with some apple juice, i’m just tryna get paid
milk, milk lemonade, round the corner fudge is made
cookies with some apple juice, i’m just tryna get paid

[ verse 3: ]
{cam’ron}

i said, cookies and some apple juice
cherry jeeps, apple coupes,
no h-ssle, hit ’em with a gavel, ask ’em my whole staff will shoot. (shoot, shoot sh-sh-shoot)
what could the b-st-rd do? (nothing)
they run, we run this town, we’ll run you down, they’ll laugh at ‘chu.
d-mn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (d-mn.)
f-ck christmas, you could have a merry year.
where you wanna go, everywhere?
what you wanna do? let me hear.
i’m talkin’ vegas, i don’t do them teddy bears. (nope, nope, nope)
but i do do the fish nets.
pre–j-c-l-t–n to get my d-ck wet (no h-m-.)
but i’m tryna get your lips wet,
doggy-style, facial, huh. welcome to dipset.

[ chorus to fade: ]
{skitzo}

- camron lyrics

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