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MATTHEW POIRIER - Meet the Applers Lyrics



MATTHEW POIRIER - Meet the Applers Lyrics




GET A LITTLE WIFF, OF THIS MEDICAL SHIT
SITTIN ON MY DICK, ITS A CENTERFOLD CHICK
ONE ON ONE SHUT 'EM OUT LIKE IT'S 7-0, SHIT
MIGHT HAVE A LITTLE BITTY DICK BUT I WAS NEVER NO BITCH
I REMEMBER ELEVEN I WAS THE REVERAND'S NIGHTMARE
JUMP YOU AT A CARNIVAL TO SHOW YOU WE FIGHT FAIR
HIT YA BROAD DAY & I GOT A GETAWAY DRIVER RIGHT THERE
......*HONK HONK* ALL YA SEE'S ME SPEEDIN OFF ON THE BACK OF DIA'S CHAIR
...HOPE YOU GOT A FULL CLIP WE WITH THE BULLSHIT
BROKE, SAY YOU PUSH YAY BUT DON'T PULL SHIT
'95 SCOTTY PIPPEN, TRIPPEN'S ON HIS BULLS SHIT
BITCH, I DON'T PLAY LIKE A NEIGHBORHOOD CRIP
TRY TO GET ME, GET RUNNIN, TRY TO SPLIT ME SPIT SOMETHIN
CUZ BOY YOU SOFT AS PUTTIN' SPRINKLES ON A CHOCOLATE CHIP MUFFIN
FUCKIN NERDY LITTLE BITCH THEY PROLLY CALLED YOU MCLOVIN
BEFORE I MET YOU, EVERY TIME I TRIPPED YOU'D TALK LIKE A PUPPET
DITCHED THE BITCH THAT YOU MARRIED FOR YOU WAS AN HONOR TO FUCKIT
IF STYLEZ HITCHU ANY HARDER MAN HE PROLLY WOULD BUST IT
I'M TALKIN ABOUT YA SNAGGLE SIDE TOOTH, LOOK FUCKIN WIT MATT'LL BLIND YOU
JUSTIN WATCHIN MY NEW SHIT BUSTIN STANDIN BEHIND YOU
DRAMA I'LL ENDORSE IT, HIT YA GUT LIKE A CORSET
CALL YA LITTLE BIG BRO, BLITZIE IS LAW ENFORCEMENT
TORCHIN THE FUCKIN PLACE, BORED OF YA FUCKIN PACE
HE DIDN'T M COME OUT WHENN WHAT'S HIS NAME ***S*** PIT IN HIS MOTHERS FACE

WHY BLAH BLAH

YOU WERE SOFT AND YOU CHANGED JUST LIKE A FACELIFT
THEY CAME IN YA HOUSE AND DID THE KOLLISION DISS IN YA BASEMENT
IT AINT BEEF I AIN'T ROLLIN UP ON YA
NO I'D RATHER TELL C*HEN FUCK *NNA
Y'ALL AINT EVER HAD A STRUGGLE WE JUST ROLL OUR EYES
MAN I COULD STILL TASTE YA CHUBBY WIFE'S TOLL HOUSE PIES
ROLLED HARD, AND ROLLED OUT LINES...AND GOT LOYALTY LIKE YA SHOWS NOW
WHY? I NEVER SOLD OUT MINES
AYOOO! WHAT'S IT THREE GRAND WE OWE?
DEAD 'EM ON THE CASH HE'S A MOTHAFUCKIN C.O.
YOU MADE THE STUDIO SMELL LIKE MOTHAFUCKIN B.O.
I'M WATCHIN THIS NOW WITH MY MOTHAFUCKIN P.O.
I BEEN LOCKED DOWN YOUNG AND I NEVER MADE A DEAL AND
YOU COULD LOOK IT UP PUBLICLY I NEVER BEEN SEALED
Y'ALL TELL LIES AND I KEEP IT ALL REAL NO FICTION
AND YOU SHITTIN ME IF YOU SAYIN I DIDNT MAKE A COUPLE MILL

Anita told me about them ball blisters
AND JUSTIN AINT THE ONLY ONE TO FUCK Y'ALLS SISTER
I GOT A NEW ITALIAN DISH I CALL IT....DICKINPANUCCI
TAKE A FUCKIN BITE AND TELL ME IF IT IS GUCCI
RIPPIN THE LOOSELEAF, THE 3 OF Y'ALL WHIP IN A 2 SEAT
GETTIN A DOUBLE HJ WHEN YOU SIT AT THE MOVIES
OR TAKIN MOLLY IN-THE JACUZZI YOU NEVER USED
WERE DOWNSTAIRS LYIN ON A SONG ABOUT THE SHIT YOU WAS USING
TICKA TICKA KABOOMING, MISTER SICK'LL IS LOSING
GITCHA SWITCH OR YA UZI, CLICKA CLICK IT'S A MOVIE
GIT A CLICK BRING IT TO ME, FINISH THIS IS MINIMALLY
GETCHA WISH NOW IT'S WHO ME, TOOKA RISK AND YOU FAWLING
ITS A BITCH YOU I'M CALLING, NEVER MISS WHEN I'M STALLING
ALANI'S BIG ENOUGH TO CATH THE BOTH OF YOU WHEN I SWING AND YOU FALLING

LOOKIN LIKE A WOLVERINE BUT YOU AIN'T MICHIGAN BALLING
PISTOL WHIP TO YA SKULL FINISH OFF TWO DIFFERENT OFFSPRING
OF A FAGGOT MIXED WITH A PINCH OF JEWISH, IT'S EXHAUSTING
RIPPIN A BITCHES TO BITS JUST FOR SWITCHING IT'S COSTLY
GIMME A MINUTE TO OFF THEE, LEMME UP IN IT, A BOSS, WE
SEE WHAT I JUST SPIT AND YOU LOST SEE, WRITE SOME SHIT COME AND OFF ME
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GET A LITTLE WIFF, OF THIS MEDICAL SHIT
SITTIN ON MY DICK, ITS A CENTERFOLD CHICK
ONE ON ONE SHUT 'EM OUT LIKE IT'S 7-0, SHIT
MIGHT HAVE A LITTLE BITTY DICK BUT I WAS NEVER NO BITCH
I REMEMBER ELEVEN I WAS THE REVERAND'S NIGHTMARE
JUMP YOU AT A CARNIVAL TO SHOW YOU WE FIGHT FAIR
HIT YA BROAD DAY & I GOT A GETAWAY DRIVER RIGHT THERE
......*HONK HONK* ALL YA SEE'S ME SPEEDIN OFF ON THE BACK OF DIA'S CHAIR
...HOPE YOU GOT A FULL CLIP WE WITH THE BULLSHIT
BROKE, SAY YOU PUSH YAY BUT DON'T PULL SHIT
'95 SCOTTY PIPPEN, TRIPPEN'S ON HIS BULLS SHIT
BITCH, I DON'T PLAY LIKE A NEIGHBORHOOD CRIP
TRY TO GET ME, GET RUNNIN, TRY TO SPLIT ME SPIT SOMETHIN
CUZ BOY YOU SOFT AS PUTTIN' SPRINKLES ON A CHOCOLATE CHIP MUFFIN
FUCKIN NERDY LITTLE BITCH THEY PROLLY CALLED YOU MCLOVIN
BEFORE I MET YOU, EVERY TIME I TRIPPED YOU'D TALK LIKE A PUPPET
DITCHED THE BITCH THAT YOU MARRIED FOR YOU WAS AN HONOR TO FUCKIT
IF STYLEZ HITCHU ANY HARDER MAN HE PROLLY WOULD BUST IT
I'M TALKIN ABOUT YA SNAGGLE SIDE TOOTH, LOOK FUCKIN WIT MATT'LL BLIND YOU
JUSTIN WATCHIN MY NEW SHIT BUSTIN STANDIN BEHIND YOU
DRAMA I'LL ENDORSE IT, HIT YA GUT LIKE A CORSET
CALL YA LITTLE BIG BRO, BLITZIE IS LAW ENFORCEMENT
TORCHIN THE FUCKIN PLACE, BORED OF YA FUCKIN PACE
HE DIDN'T M COME OUT WHENN WHAT'S HIS NAME ***S*** PIT IN HIS MOTHERS FACE

WHY BLAH BLAH

YOU WERE SOFT AND YOU CHANGED JUST LIKE A FACELIFT
THEY CAME IN YA HOUSE AND DID THE KOLLISION DISS IN YA BASEMENT
IT AINT BEEF I AIN'T ROLLIN UP ON YA
NO I'D RATHER TELL C*HEN FUCK *NNA
Y'ALL AINT EVER HAD A STRUGGLE WE JUST ROLL OUR EYES
MAN I COULD STILL TASTE YA CHUBBY WIFE'S TOLL HOUSE PIES
ROLLED HARD, AND ROLLED OUT LINES...AND GOT LOYALTY LIKE YA SHOWS NOW
WHY? I NEVER SOLD OUT MINES
AYOOO! WHAT'S IT THREE GRAND WE OWE?
DEAD 'EM ON THE CASH HE'S A MOTHAFUCKIN C.O.
YOU MADE THE STUDIO SMELL LIKE MOTHAFUCKIN B.O.
I'M WATCHIN THIS NOW WITH MY MOTHAFUCKIN P.O.
I BEEN LOCKED DOWN YOUNG AND I NEVER MADE A DEAL AND
YOU COULD LOOK IT UP PUBLICLY I NEVER BEEN SEALED
Y'ALL TELL LIES AND I KEEP IT ALL REAL NO FICTION
AND YOU SHITTIN ME IF YOU SAYIN I DIDNT MAKE A COUPLE MILL

Anita told me about them ball blisters
AND JUSTIN AINT THE ONLY ONE TO FUCK Y'ALLS SISTER
I GOT A NEW ITALIAN DISH I CALL IT....DICKINPANUCCI
TAKE A FUCKIN BITE AND TELL ME IF IT IS GUCCI
RIPPIN THE LOOSELEAF, THE 3 OF Y'ALL WHIP IN A 2 SEAT
GETTIN A DOUBLE HJ WHEN YOU SIT AT THE MOVIES
OR TAKIN MOLLY IN-THE JACUZZI YOU NEVER USED
WERE DOWNSTAIRS LYIN ON A SONG ABOUT THE SHIT YOU WAS USING
TICKA TICKA KABOOMING, MISTER SICK'LL IS LOSING
GITCHA SWITCH OR YA UZI, CLICKA CLICK IT'S A MOVIE
GIT A CLICK BRING IT TO ME, FINISH THIS IS MINIMALLY
GETCHA WISH NOW IT'S WHO ME, TOOKA RISK AND YOU FAWLING
ITS A BITCH YOU I'M CALLING, NEVER MISS WHEN I'M STALLING
ALANI'S BIG ENOUGH TO CATH THE BOTH OF YOU WHEN I SWING AND YOU FALLING

LOOKIN LIKE A WOLVERINE BUT YOU AIN'T MICHIGAN BALLING
PISTOL WHIP TO YA SKULL FINISH OFF TWO DIFFERENT OFFSPRING
OF A FAGGOT MIXED WITH A PINCH OF JEWISH, IT'S EXHAUSTING
RIPPIN A BITCHES TO BITS JUST FOR SWITCHING IT'S COSTLY
GIMME A MINUTE TO OFF THEE, LEMME UP IN IT, A BOSS, WE
SEE WHAT I JUST SPIT AND YOU LOST SEE, WRITE SOME SHIT COME AND OFF ME
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Performed By: MATTHEW POIRIER
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: MATTHEW POIRIER

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