Kissin in the back row That's how we missed the movie Said you had cottonmouth That apple juice was groovy Splish smack on my lips Apple juice kissin
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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
then a fire department 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
angel, angeeeeeellllllll I'm entertaining all the Gods for you Buddah and Jezus and the other one too Now ain't that, ain't that like apple juice, forbidden
Cotton balls between your toes, they're all lined up in a row As you're paintin' your nails at breakfast time It's the way you drink your juice It's mesmerizin
be wilma flinstone and fuck them other bitches they could buy ya ringtone cuz you know i get wetter than a juice box when i say who got the juice, i
no niggas in the world more thorough than this (Bust off) And sit the hot barrel dead on your lips Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss) And kiss
'm fillin' yo cup We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W Sippin' on a malibu pine apple juice
thick, baby, we both red hot I kiss your neck, unbutton your blouse Let my fingers make circles on the edge of your mouth Your apple's so ripe, I'm
in the worst way Fuck 'em like the earth say From first day I surveyed the hassle Death knockin' at your door In the big apple Meth rotton to the core
cup We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow But tell me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W- Sippin' on a malibu pine apple juice
post then a fire Cookie with sum apple juice Cookies with sum apple juice I ain't mad at chuu cookies with sum apple juice I ain't mad at you cookies and with sum apple juice
never gonna pick one kind of fruit like a mushed bannana on your tooth and you like the sting of the cherry juice never eat an apple thats just one color
white socks The vibe is thick baby, we both red hot I kiss your neck unbutton your blouse Let my fingers make circles on the edge of your mouth Your apple
in the worst way Fuck 'em like the Earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin at your door In the Big Apple Meth rotton to the core Shackle
and no god believes in me. Kiss me, all right. Jane tastes spiced and learned red wine. Hug me precious, our family picnics near. Pass malt juice. Clutz