Apple Juice Lyrics

On a fateful Wednesday morning

Jogging down the blocks

Tryna break sweat

You can tell I was tryna shed some weight

Was tryna clear my heart artery

Cos I been eating too much cake

When my eyes met this beautiful shawty

Had to be responsible

Though my mind was already blown

My mind was already blown

No fit let her go so I had to let her know

Curious I had to bracket her

Cos she dey front of me

She looked me in the eyes and smiled

That sent good shivers down my spine

Bruh

My day was already made

One conversation lead to another

With the right synergy

We was bonding through the exercise

Evidently we was feeling each other

I was wondering cos she gat a perfect body shape

Says she does this once in a while

Just to ease her mind

And get the clarity needed to run her bizz

She's a fashion designer

Amongst many other beautiful things

On the gram she be getting

All the likes and deals

Miss independent na she dey pay her bills

She knows her self worth

Overdose of Love still no dey rush Love

She's not the type to rush love

Be my apple juice

Be my apple juice

Telling me Og Og please take it slow

She my apple juice

She my apple juice

She my apple juice

She not the type to rush love

She my apple juice

She my apple juice

She my apple juice

She likes her meal well cooked

African to the core

Na so we linked up later

Tried some local

She ordered amala and ewedu

I sharply ordered my Banga soup and starch

As an Urhobo man you know I no fit carry last

Never

Fine smart lady and she street wise

Born and brought up in Lagos

Yoruba too sweet for her mouth

I mean I just slept off perfect lullaby

Late night video calls

As she help promote my songs

Say she wanted some realness

That the last guy

Was busy tryna impress the street

She no dey joke with family

Say she love my Og attitude

Many men dey for queue

But na me she choose

Shawty get her own cruise

But she love my cruise

Gat a man all loved up in the booth

Hard guy hard guy but love humble you

Ahhh

No too worry sef

You know the feeling

You sef fit don wear the shoe

African girl wey sabi cook

Wey Sabi book come still sabi

Hmm

She's my apple juice

Softly do me strong thing Mr W

That type of shawty wey no go

Ever bother you

She my apple juice

She my apple juice

She my apple juice