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Travis Thompson
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Bad Apples
Said that boy ain't bark nobody
Runnin four courts till we got no lights
In the 04, no place so high
They like：haddin bad apples goin get so rye
Yeah, I said:
That boy ain't bark nobody
Runnin four courts till we got no lights
In the 04, no place so high
They like: haddin bad apples goin get so rye
Said that boy ain't bark nobody
Play the pulled pork and a can of cold sprite
Young and so bort, baby what's your vice? Yeah
We can find the lord if you give me your night
Cause I'm from the Westside wanna really outcome north to the
Westside where the kids don't know no better
Don't know left, right
Which way is up and like: Yes, I
Don't say enough and they: best line
You play too much, and I: get fine
No pay for us
Are you riding or nah
Tryna keep it up above
You bear, you pussy
Just sleep on the bus
Walk through the halls with the weed on my socks
Until I see the dogs
From the stall and I blush
Trynna keep a C average ah
Mama goin batshit
I'm to occupy
With trynna stick my index in a bad bitch
Used to stumble through the madness ah
Taken from my classmates thinking if I afford
Then watch chicky, he get the habit
I still remember every man who ever jumped me
I can't get past
And when I'm on I'm finna put a hit out on your bitch ass
That boy ain't bark nobody
Runnin four courts till we got no lights
In the 04, no place so high
They like: haddin bad apples goin get so rye
Yeah, I said:
That boy ain't bark nobody
Runnin four courts till we got no lights
In the 04, no place so high
They like: haddin bad apples goin get so rye
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Aye, Mama say: I'm not one of your little friends
Man, I'm I fuckin up and fuckin up and fuckin up again, Aye
Dirt up all in the house
My dad don't trust none of my friends
When I'm fuckin up and fuckin up and fuckin up again
Yo, I love the way they look when they tell me I'm not a bad kid
I love the way they look when they tell me potential, man sip
I love the way I I book with security, doin backflips
In the back of the ground, vic che cop asked me:
'Travis, how's your dad sit?'
Said he too small for me
Sip the lukewarm forty
Put the rose gold sharpie on these two porn shorties
Got the eye with the heart
It tell em, shirts, its gon be 20
This the life of a boy from a part of town not important
Put the block on my sleeve
Get some roughs on my teeth
Chech in with the man
And the bois tellin me
How to move with my day
Who'd of thought this was where I'd be
I'm just a chubby little kid from Ambaum talking shit, but honestly;
You know:
That boy ain't bark nobody
Runnin four courts till we got no lights
In the 04, no place so high
They like: haddin bad apples goin get so rye
Yeah, I said:
That boy ain't bark nobody
Runnin four courts till we got no lights
In the 04, no place so high
They like: haddin bad apples goin get so rye
Most nights I get to high
Can't stand my way back home
Don't know myself no more
Most nights I get to high
Can't stand my way back home
Don't know myself no more
Answer the phone bro
Are good or are you good, good, good, good?
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