Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orange Juice, artist - Keshore. Date of issue: 16.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Orange Juice |
| Iced out Glock or the iced out necklace |
| Shawty want jewels, I just want my check, bitch |
| Diamond-studded heart, so my heart beat heavy (Okay) |
| Lightweights can’t keep up, don’t disrespect me |
| I can stand real niggas, half those niggas pussy |
| Only ride with my niggas, they don’t have to prove me (Bitch) |
| All my niggas left like we read in the manga |
| Keep it in line like we cut at the barber, ayy |
| And I’m smilin', showin' out my pearly whites |
| Dripped in Christ, pink hoodie, and some fuckin' Nikes |
| Tag said «Creed,» I was born to beat this bitch |
| Changed it to «Kiki,» now I’m rappin' off the shits |
| Hit my nigga, $NOT, told that nigga, «What's the move?» |
| Carefree livin', out in Tokyo with the ghouls |
| Manhuntin' niggas, like I’m shootin' at you |
| Bye, boy, team bust a clip, pause, move |
| Ayy, and they don’t know me (What they say?) |
| And they don’t know me (I hear) |
| K, baby, and they don’t know me (Ayy, say that shit again) |
| Ayy, and they don’t know me (What you say? Ayy, ayy) |
| And they don’t know me (Say it again, ayy, ayy) |
| And they don’t know me (Let me hear, ayy, ayy) |
| And they don’t know me |
| It’s always gettin' better, eyes like an omen |
| Tribulations in my blindside, see the demons lurkin' |
| They my friends, we some bygones, let it be known |
| We not equal, y’all are peons, dirt is my friend |
| Raised me grimy wit' a pure heart, pass it to the next |
| Like you aimin' for the point guard, match a cold bitch |
| Keep it tucked in my case, bruh, choppa' with weight |
| Big Popovitch, the Skittles looks above the rainbow |
| Uh, uh, and I’m breathin' pink faces, uh |
| When I die, blue faces, uh, ayy, ayy |
| Can’t solve cold cases |
| Body in the trunk, stomp him out in my Asics |
| Girl, I’m purty, yellow diamond, Tweety, what y’all all bring? |
| Lemon tea in it 'cause this throat shit, real thirsty |
| Grindin' for a sip, 'bout my drip, uh, too dirty |
| And fresh bible verse it boycotts where the bads be |
| Started sippin' lean 'cause bronchitis ain’t act, right (It ain’t act like) |
| Got my lungs right, now I’m blowin' bagpipes (Blowin' bagpipes) |
| Test me, nigga, my name Kiki, never act right (Never act right) |
| See through the holes, see through the O’s |
| Fuck-ass nigga (Pussy-ass nigga) |
| Bitch |