She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don't want your apple pie, mama Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone 'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama I need my own pepper please My own legacy, my own recipe I came to get it nominated From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (ooh) I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark That y'all see a legacy go up (ooh) Goyard done break your pockets Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (ooh) I make in one appearance What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (ooh) H-Town, know we gon' stunt I'm for real and your Rollie tick (ooh) Look bitch, this the Rodeo But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (ooh) And I don't want your apple pie, mama (ooh) I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (ooh) I am everything except a rapper Shit, I got at least twnety-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (ooh) Roxanne tonight Roxanne tonight (yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Que será, será, so the story goes On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Tours and shows and groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Though he'd rather not Forever been the elephant in the room That everyone can't wait to run and tell about The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don't want your apple pie, mama Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone 'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama I need my own pepper please My own legacy, my own recipe I came to get it nominated From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (ooh) I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark That y'all see a legacy go up (ooh) Goyard done break your pockets Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (ooh) I make in one appearance What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (ooh) H-Town, know we gon' stunt I'm for real and your Rollie tick (ooh) Look bitch, this the Rodeo But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (ooh) And I don't want your apple pie, mama (ooh) I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (ooh) I am everything except a rapper Shit, I got at least twnety-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (ooh) Roxanne tonight Roxanne tonight (yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Que será, será, so the story goes On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Tours and shows and groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Though he'd rather not Forever been the elephant in the room That everyone can't wait to run and tell about The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don't want your apple pie, mama Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone 'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama I need my own pepper please My own legacy, my own recipe I came to get it nominated From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (ooh) I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark That y'all see a legacy go up (ooh) Goyard done break your pockets Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (ooh) I make in one appearance What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (ooh) H-Town, know we gon' stunt I'm for real and your Rollie tick (ooh) Look bitch, this the Rodeo But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (ooh) And I don't want your apple pie, mama (ooh) I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (ooh) I am everything except a rapper Shit, I got at least twnety-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (ooh) Roxanne tonight Roxanne tonight (yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup) Que será, será, so the story goes On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Tours and shows and groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Though he'd rather not Forever been the elephant in the room That everyone can't wait to run and tell about The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo
my favorite song,and the most underrated
Fax
me too
Me too
Facts bro
No shit
This song got me through a lot, thank you rumworld
bro same
Shoutouts Travis Scott too🤘🏿🔥
Who
@@elliottobelliotnwaobi4779 oh yeah, him too
this is in my top 5 Travis scott songs
2:50 ❤️
roxanne tonight
@@GoatVader7yup yup
Roxanne tonight!!!
underrated gem
This song in general is underrated af but seriously, this is 🔥
Mamma: Do you want your Apple Pie now Travis?
Travis: I don't want your Apple Pie Mamma.
Real
Nooooooooooooooo more.
ROXANNE TONIGHT!!🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥
Loved this song since 4th grade, now in 7th. Btw your taste in music is insane, good stuff 🔥
Ivy Iris bro u can’t be a sevie
@@kuttimane5557 I can*
Ivy Iris LMFAOOO I am too
@@kuttimane5557 ayyy middle school gang we out here 🙏😂
TRAVIS IS FOR THE KIDS
my favorite part is when he cuts the pie
when
@@bellaqudez4508 somewhere between 0:00 and 4:11 idk
@@mkmndni I get you, lmao
and the part where the knife just slices into the pie oof
this song is absolutely perfect
Completely off the chain slowed like this w./ the reverb. Wonderful work
No one cares
sweet as apple pie
1:20
King
2:10🔥🔥 my favourite part
1:20 best part
i wish TI would narrate my life
Legends say he is still cutting the same side of the pie today
fr 😭
0:04, lit preacher in church let’s people have ah brawl until there’s one person left...
Sounds like Kid Cudi whenever U slow down Travis
Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind
Will he make it? Was it worth it?
Did he win? Will he Survive the Rodeo?
2015 nostalgia
Fr 😢
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you and your friends come eat with me
And let me show you how to whip that recipe
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you come over and eat with me
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe
I don't want your apple pie, mama
Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me
Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana
And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka
I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup
I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher
Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas
I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone
'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama
I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah
I don't want your apple pie, mama
I don't want your apple pie no more
I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds
Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy
Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama
I need my own pepper please
My own legacy, my own recipe
I came to get it nominated
From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (ooh)
I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark
That y'all see a legacy go up (ooh)
Goyard done break your pockets
Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (ooh)
I make in one appearance
What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (ooh)
H-Town, know we gon' stunt
I'm for real and your Rollie tick (ooh)
Look bitch, this the Rodeo
But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (ooh)
And I don't want your apple pie, mama (ooh)
I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (ooh)
I am everything except a rapper
Shit, I got at least twnety-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (ooh)
Roxanne tonight
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Que será, será, so the story goes
On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute
Tours and shows and groupie whores
Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot
Though he'd rather not
Forever been the elephant in the room
That everyone can't wait to run and tell about
The head to the body of the belligerent militant group
That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised
Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised
Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind
Will he make it? Was it worth it?
Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo
4 yrs still not pinned
que sera, sera
0.75 makes this so much better 🔥🔥
💀💀
No it don’t tf
Lol nah
why do people always say this shit lmao, it makes him sound like a robot
Keep a house of garlic to keep away the Dracula's 🔥
Rucks in the night 🖤🫀
Roxanne tonight
Last song I heard before someone spiked me when I was drunk with laced md 😢😮
Had a thing for sweets
roxanne tonight…
2:50
yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah, bet my ass you are high as shit for this
br?
ROXANNE TONIGHT🗣️🌵🔥‼️
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you and your friends come eat with me
And let me show you how to whip that recipe
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you come over and eat with me
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe
I don't want your apple pie, mama
Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me
Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana
And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka
I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup
I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher
Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas
I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone
'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama
I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah
I don't want your apple pie, mama
I don't want your apple pie no more
I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds
Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy
Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama
I need my own pepper please
My own legacy, my own recipe
I came to get it nominated
From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (ooh)
I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark
That y'all see a legacy go up (ooh)
Goyard done break your pockets
Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (ooh)
I make in one appearance
What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (ooh)
H-Town, know we gon' stunt
I'm for real and your Rollie tick (ooh)
Look bitch, this the Rodeo
But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (ooh)
And I don't want your apple pie, mama (ooh)
I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (ooh)
I am everything except a rapper
Shit, I got at least twnety-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (ooh)
Roxanne tonight
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Que será, será, so the story goes
On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute
Tours and shows and groupie whores
Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot
Though he'd rather not
Forever been the elephant in the room
That everyone can't wait to run and tell about
The head to the body of the belligerent militant group
That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised
Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised
Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind
Will he make it? Was it worth it?
Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo
1:21
1:23
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you and your friends come eat with me
And let me show you how to whip that recipe
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street
Won't you come over and eat with me
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe
I don't want your apple pie, mama
Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me
Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana
And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka
I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup
I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher
Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas
I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone
'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama
I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah
I don't want your apple pie, mama
I don't want your apple pie no more
I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds
Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy
Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama
I need my own pepper please
My own legacy, my own recipe
I came to get it nominated
From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (ooh)
I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark
That y'all see a legacy go up (ooh)
Goyard done break your pockets
Boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (ooh)
I make in one appearance
What these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (ooh)
H-Town, know we gon' stunt
I'm for real and your Rollie tick (ooh)
Look bitch, this the Rodeo
But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (ooh)
And I don't want your apple pie, mama (ooh)
I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (ooh)
I am everything except a rapper
Shit, I got at least twnety-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (ooh)
Roxanne tonight
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (yup, yup, yup)
Que será, será, so the story goes
On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute
Tours and shows and groupie whores
Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot
Though he'd rather not
Forever been the elephant in the room
That everyone can't wait to run and tell about
The head to the body of the belligerent militant group
That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised
Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised
Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind
Will he make it? Was it worth it?
Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo
1:37
1:38
1:20