Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orange Jumpsuit, artist - Pressa.
Date of issue: 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 |