Cookies and Apple Juice (Freestyle) Ricky Hil

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 fucking 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 shit tomorrow
I know you're fly, you're rocking Loubies, not the Zara
A lot of tatts, I ride my buttons 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