Lyrics:
outta vaal
Dripping sauce they got the juice
Got the juice we straight outta vaal
Got tattoos on my torso
They spitting a torsh
They needed the tuition
minutes and a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next thing you know I was throwin
attacked by first
They're at my neck like motherfucking vampires
So critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, I'm always degrading, little bi-ditch
Well,
by buyin' up the bar
Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas
Better prepare myself for the upset
juice, it might change your mind it might change your view, c'mon
You got me out of my mind
The red and yellow just start to align
I just need some more
Gimme my food
I need the energy just to make it through
I want a grapefruit
I want a grapefruit
Squeeze, juice yeah I need a boost
Squeeze, juice yeah I
I love the smell of new shoes
Sun rays and koo views
Conversations about moves
Enjoying some good food
"Can I get some orange juice?"
Thank you
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
chocolatey they filled with Milky Way
I just lost my voice, but I go by any means
Oranges for the boys, put my lip on tangerines
I just lost my voice, but I
(gunshots) what's happening money
Damn, nigga money got blasted like that
Fuck man that shit ain't cool dog
Niggas just dying in my
Motherfucking
I wouldn't give a fuck if you turned me down right now
Cause I'm turning up sipping juice by the pint now
Getting my bread right getting money
married lady,
Still in bed at noon,
Racking my brain deciding
Between orange juice and prune.
Nick says nothing is too good for me,
And who am I not
up (ayy Snoop, what's happenin'?)
La-da-da, da, da-da-da, da (haha)
G bands and chops, orange juice and yachts
Prescription bottles, filled
for a word that rhymes with orange
(No I never, never, never will find the word)
It brings tears to my eyes
When I fantasize
About you being and laying
our ship don't come in soon, we'll just find one to rob
We've got no orange juice, but the vodka's flowing free
Before I light my filter won't you flip
orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm the man
The next thing you know I was throwing rubber bands
time give me five more minutes
And a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next
got the juice
They call me Bishop cuz I got the juice
Rolling a swisher 3 deep in the coup
Its me and my bitch and a bitch for my bitch every bitch
do
Cause I been making it work by myself I got the juice
People be telling me quick
How I should make myself fit
The feeling they cannot resist
Is
that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.
One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's
'Know the Ledge' and I'm, playin' my Roxanne,
Another dollar another day in the rock band,
It's juice!
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Give me,
walk away
I’ll be here ‘til my dying day
Make me glow more than you’ll ever know
You’re one in a million
Nothing compares to you
Asked you to love me
on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve
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