(I) Accept My Apollo G lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody f*cking with Hamilton damn it
I got more b*tches than the animal planet
Y'all can be fly, I'm land, air, and sea
I don't care if she busy, she stand near for me
CH, the hot and cold knobs on your sink
Got your girl polishing me, hot as can be
I get brains like, whatever your brain likes
But most b*tches is stupid, no brain types
Sounds like something that I ain't write
But everybody knows, that I ain't right
I'm so to the left, I'm irreplaceable
Y'all n*ggas ain't Ne-Yo, you're erasable
So man up, or b*tch out, your decision
Either way its like ballet, the sports edition
November 10th 09, I'll be two two (22)
And you'll be at the goal line with a TuTu

[Hook]
Do it in a little bit
Do it in a little bit
Do it in a little bit
Do it in a little bit
Do it in a little bit
Do it in a little bit
Do it in a little bit
Do it in a little bit
WHOA n*gga, WHOA n*gga, WHOA n*gga
Let's go!
[Verse 2]
I'm hotter than the letter G in Spanish
Or is it the letter J, still the illest in the planet
I'm eating, most cats need a samich
So when they call you fam, it's short for famine
Everybody I know has gotten sick of me
Call me a swine, fine, a pig I'll be
But when I'm on the mound, I'm pitching heat
n*ggas still T-Ballin in the little league
You want love? I'll promise you nothin
Hit me, I'd rather catch a Briana, than a Budden
I don't even wanna see another interview
Show love, keep it moving, that's the END of you
Word, so I move to the next page
Sega Genesis, too cool to get played
I make all things possible the best way
Here's a predictable line, X-Ray

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[Verse 3]
I get busy like a TEMP agency
From A to Z I'm in the game, don't play with me
Basically, doper than a E-Pod
Please God, make this geek stop
The veteran rebel, 23 pac
Upgrade you with a smile, Geek Squad
And I refuse to be C-Blocked
Ock, take a look like Mira
Biatch, I'm frustrated like a gated community
With Rick James in it, talking 'bout Unity
Recking your house, step on ya couch
Call me the rap prince, no dress and a blouse
I'm better at music than ALL my critics
Ask Wilson, I'm responsible for ALL his visits
And I could pipe ALL you b*tches
I'm just too me, to call you b*tches, sorry?
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