Ricky Hil - Cookies and Apple Juice (Freestyle) lyrics

Limosa Nostra, now listen, head bang, boogie I one-night it, I just light it, I don't ever write it I just bite it, I mean spit it Don't you f**ing get it? I'm the illest with it All my clothes fitted And the morphine's got me leaning like I'm tilted Mama said that she been on for a month now I told that she's probably never gonna come down But it don't matter baby we can get it done now Now I'm from CT, baby tell 'em where you from now But she don't care, she just keeps typing on her pager [If] she get to cute, then she get lost like I erase her I ain't the captain, I ain't gon' save her Probably 'cos them other dudes gotta pay her Ay mama I ain't really doing sh** tomorrow I know you're fly, you're rocking Loubies, not the Zara A lot of tatts, I ride my bu*tons to my collar And you ain't gotta do nothing, just swallow And I, I can get the feeling that she's on something And my people to my side say she wants something And the dude with her hand really of nothing I know, I'm a go and put her on something I'm Rick Hil, coming straight up out of Slickville Lighting up my blunts with a black Bic still And the b**hes round my way, taking pics still They blow a kiss to Hil, let me hit their clit still Now I'm just kushing, she's just pushing with that fat p**y They're just looking, they ain't f**ing with my black Stussy We be hooking, they ain't booking any bad p**y I had a good one, 06, fat tushy [Outro] Yeah, Chapter One I'm just f**ing around