Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Orange Jumpsuit , by - Pressa. Release date: 30.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Orange Jumpsuit |
| Press Machine x2 |
| Press Machine x2 |
| Presserr |
| Only 18 hours in a Toronto cell |
| Screaming Wass gang at the top of lungs |
| I’m like Pressa you know you ain’t make back in the cell |
| Jumping off my bunk as soon as breakfast anounnced |
| I’m like Pressa in the building but my opps got a full house |
| They say by morning that’s something to rap 'bout (exactly) |
| What Pressa gon rap 'bout? |
| Tried crack me |
| You know I’m used to the hard route |
| Server at my head he say he drift at the next house |
| But I ain’t leaving range 'less I leave with a bangout |
| I’m half philipino so I feel like I’m Pacqiao |
| Get coked off of blood you can call it collateral |
| Soon as im doing crack you can call me a greyhound |
| Then he grab jump my jumper said he dont need a lockdown |
| Little fucking nigga he wan bring me on workouts |
| But where i come from we neglected to back out |
| Ain’t bitch up then so i ain’t bitch up now |
| I dun seen niggas |
| Turn bishop now |
| Its me in the back with that one trey pound |
| So its me in the back with my hundred pounds |
| They gon rush me |
| But i couldn’t wait |
| I knew niggas gon jump in once a fight was engaged |
| How could you watch your dog fight when you both in the cage |
| He be like Michael in the wire |
| In the sun and we baked |
| That nigga crazy |
| Turning back to range |
| Hit him with a left hook now that nigga dazed |
| Now its a 3 on 1 |
| But that didn’t faze |
| Bitch nigga tried to grab my hair but i got it in braids |
| Im like uh nigga got PressMachine |
| So much blood on the unit guess some time to machine |
| Can’t trust a nigga cause these niggas turned frenemies |
| Cause im realer than death there ain’t no realer than me |
| Now the rumors round the streets that i broke my 2 arms |
| When i sent him to ER |
| Can’t take his teeth out cause he already toothless |
| And i left that fight with little scrapes no bruises |
| Niggas ain’t real yeah they bitch made |
| Like fuck it all i missed was a birthday |
| Im feeling like the weather so im floyd may |
| They got my ass on a thursday |
| Im Wassi |
| That Wassi dance more than saucey |
| I was in the hole shadow boxing with Wassi |
| What happens when presa mix this hook with that beat |
| I know the city minds like john tory wheres my key |
| Ay ay ay ay |
| All i really want is my city |
| We can overseas or near me |
| Niggas wan call me for shows now |
| But i ain’t even really wanna go now |