Orange lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Chorus]
Word on the street, I'm the best thing going
Smoking on the gas, got the best thing blowing
Tattoo's on my face, It's my face not yours
Spanish broads, Gucci clothes
n*gga everything foreign
Pop a pill, popped a seal
Then I start back pouring
Yellow horses on my cars, like they rocking Ralph Lauren
Bought an old school yesterday just to paint the b*tch orange
So much money in my pocket I could paint a b*tch orange

[Verse 1]
I'm in hot pursuit, I'm stacking loot
You n*ggas sweet as apple juice
Your girlfriend got an apple-bottom, suck di*k like she Snaggle-tooth
She walk round with an attitude, I show that b*tch no gratitude
I’m a tycoon, I can change her longitude and latitude
Slap n*ggas with pistols til' they only can eat baby food
Colder than a refrigerator, hotter than a stolen coupe
I woke up in the morning, rolled a blunt and than I cooked this deuce
I cracked the seal, poured up a 4, than put it in a Mountain Dew

[Chorus]
Word on the street, I'm the best thing going
Smoking on the gas, got the best thing blowing
Tattoo's on my face, It's my face not yours
Spanish broads, Gucci clothes
n*gga everything foreign
Pop a pill, popped a seal
Then I start back pouring
Yellow horses on my cars, like they rocking Ralph Lauren
Bought an old school yesterday just to paint the b*tch orange
So much money in my pocket I could paint a b*tch orange
[Verse 2]
They be stupid, dumb, bad with that crazy Gucci bag
Her man buy her a Jag, how you gon' compete with that
Wanna take her on a date, than you must f*ck up a set
She so spoiled, if he gave her to you would give her back
You can love me all you want but i'ma lock you from a distance
Begging me to pay you, I'ma pay you no attention
Fresher than my pad, baby girl you got me twisted
I heard you got a boyfriend, don't your man play for the Pistons?
I had a girl named Susie and she used to go the distance
She sucked di*k like a porno flick, I gave that b*tch the business
She asked me for a gift , I told her today must be Christmas
Just like the Sprite and Promethazine, b*tch you got me mixed up

[Chorus]
Word on the street, I'm the best thing going
Smoking on the gas, got the best thing blowing
Tattoo's on my face, It's my face not yours
Spanish broads, Gucci clothes
n*gga everything foreign
Pop a pill, popped a seal
Then I start back pouring
Yellow horses on my cars, like they rocking Ralph Lauren
Bought an old school yesterday just to paint the b*tch orange
So much money in my pocket I could paint a b*tch orange
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