B.O.B. - Apple Pie lyrics

[Intro] This the LRG, "Hi! My Name is BOB" mixtape And I'm droppin them hams - sh** - ham squad on deck! Future Entertainment, Tjs DJs n***a with clinic, my n***a swag Playboy tre, george dirt n***a we doin this, n***aa, you do not see this n***a? [Hook: B.o.B] (Ohh) Well ain't nothing like backing thighs, yeah There ain't nothing like a big old side, yeah (uh huh) Just can't nothing feed my appetite (like what?) Like a big old slice of sweet apple pie (aha) Ain't nothing like backing thighs, yeah There ain't nothing a big old bride, yeah So i ran and got when i die (that what?) That heaven don't have sweet apple pie (aye) [Verse 1: B.o.B] (Haahhh) You know what is don't play yourself Cause you know you want to do this while you play with yourself Don't act like you ain't human girl, no I ain't swooping How you think babies got here, you made it yourself Cause everything is mutual (for show) So let me get a slice of that, and get me through the go (for show) Cause I am working girl, and yeah that thing a funeral (for show) Don't be tripping weed on the judge, judicial (nah) But you the cutest, so you mean as hell as usual (what's up?) You wanted [?], when I tell you, you get moody though (what's up?) You won't miss the right, well it's something you should know He may seem nice but every n***a got two of those (So?) So I ain't moving slow [Hook]