| Word on the street, I’m the best thing going
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| Smoking on the gas, got the best thing blowing
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| Tattoo’s on my face, It’s my face not yours
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| Spanish broads, Gucci clothes
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| Nigga everything foreign
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| Pop a pill, popped a seal
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| Then I start back pouring
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| Yellow horses on my cars, like they rocking Ralph Lauren
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| Bought an old school yesterday just to paint the bitch orange
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| So much money in my pocket I could paint a bitch orange
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| I’m in hot pursuit, I’m stacking loot
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| You niggas sweet as apple juice
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| Your girlfriend got an apple-bottom, suck dick like she Snaggle-tooth
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| She walk round with an attitude, I show that bitch no gratitude
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| I’m a tycoon, I can change her longitude and latitude
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| Slap niggas with pistols til' they only can eat baby food
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| Colder than a refrigerator, hotter than a stove that cook
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| I woke up in the morning, rolled a blunt and than I cooked this deuce
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| I cracked the seal, poured up a 4, than put it in a Mountain Dew
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| Word on the street, I’m the best thing going
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| Smoking on the gas, got the best thing blowing
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| Tattoo’s on my face, It’s my face not yours
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| Spanish broads, Gucci clothes
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| Nigga everything foreign
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| Pop a pill, popped a seal
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| Then I start back pouring
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| Yellow horses on my cars, like they rocking Ralph Lauren
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| Bought an old school yesterday just to paint the bitch orange
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| So much money in my pocket I could paint a bitch orange
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| They be stupid, dumb, bad with that crazy Gucci bag
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| Her man buy her a Jag, how you gon' compete with that
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| Wanna take her on a date, than you must fuck up a set
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| She so spoiled, if he gave her to you would give her back
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| You can love me all you want but i’ma lock you from a distance
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| Egging me to pay you, I’ma pay you no attention
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| Fresher than my pad, baby girl you got me twisted
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| I heard you got a boyfriend, don’t your man play for the Pistons?
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| I had a girl named Susie and she used to go the distance
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| She sucked dick like a porno flick, I gave that bitch the business
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| She asked me for a, I told her today must be Christmas
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| Just like the Sprite and Promethazine, bitch you got me mixed up
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| Word on the street, I’m the best thing going
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| Smoking on the gas, got the best thing blowing
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| Tattoo’s on my face, It’s my face not yours
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| Spanish broads, Gucci clothes
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| Nigga everything foreign
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| Pop a pill, popped a seal
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| Then I start back pouring
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| Yellow horses on my cars, like they rocking Ralph Lauren
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| Bought an old school yesterday just to paint the bitch orange
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| So much money in my pocket I could paint a bitch orange |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Orange , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Gucci Vs. C-Note, 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп