Lolahol - Purple Apple

I make the bold lost move looking for an apple
Looking for an opening

Few spits, you
Spit on me
Melt me down
Lay me down
I'm your fruit
Feet off me
Spit me up
Leave me be

Spit my way
And hold me up, a split
I'm taking all the risk
And you're not doing shit
Cut you off
Toxic, rose back
Cut you off
That shit, come back
Cut you off
That shit, fuck that
Cut you off, I don't need no fruit, no

Fuck it off, fuck it off, fuck it off, fuck it off, fuck it off
Fuck it off, fuck it off, fuck it off, fuck it off, fuck it off

I make the bold, lock this room
(Look for people and I'm searching pretty bitches all around)
You see me, you ain't seen nothing, you're not ready for this song
(Got you calling me bold, but they always ready, set the stock)
All you stupid hoes are friends, you weak, wanna fuck with me? Hold on
Fuck with me, hold on

Fеw spits, you
Spit on me
Melt me down
Lay mе down
I'm your fruit
Feet off me
Spit me up
Leave me be