ORANGE ANTHEM!
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Hol' on one time
Big, big, big, big, big
A bouquet of Murakamis
Gave it to Jolene, that hoe listen to Dolly
Big mouth ah bih, kinda look like Maury, ah
That just adds to my story, ah
Pardon me, these hoes went from like 9 to 5 like Dolly
Good thing this tape gon' have these biddies rag-dolly
Lil triflin' bih, she like the wrong kinda molly, woo
She like the wrong kinda molly
Let's talk about, Miss Dimena's, misdemeanours
Mr. Demean ya, take your ass to the cleaners
Big steppa, presidential elect, yeah, John Cena
If she not gon' be my best, yeah
Dinner and Hibachi, take her out to Hibachi
Can't Kingbach me, my bih Black and she bossy
Big Black rap wealth, trapped in epoxy
Eh rah rah rah rah rah reh
Yeah, call me a rager
And I've been getting too much bread boy, I could cater
You see these diamonds thru the tints
Now you wanna notice this
Bet that you won't notice me
But I guess that's how it is, ay
Smoke my dope in silence even though how loud it gets
Cut these fakes off from my table
Man I'm done allowing guests
I spent way too long
Thinking 'bout my ex with a clouded lens
Boy, my rise up to the top made me live without regrets
And they say move in silence
So man, why'd you post the quote
All you bitches think you preachers
All you do is quote unquote
I know I wasn't treated well
Man I know without a doubt
I stay counting up my hundreds
Everytime I'm counted out
I was stuck up in my old ways
Came in with the new now
It got way too crowded all the noise I had to tune out
I've been on my grind, haven't laid back in a while
But I know that I'm up
And I stay ahead like 10 miles
Spiritual, I'm on another plane
Yeah, difficult, I'm playing the hard game
Yeah, spend it all, buy that shit another day
Yeah it's typical, make that shit another way
Yeah I don't wanna get played again
Just tryna get paid again
I hate sitting on my ass
Now I'm tryna rage again
Nah I don't wanna wait
Nah I don't wanna wait no more
Nothing that can rhyme wit orange
What can rhyme wit Orange Lore
Orange Lore inna ghost
Lil Phantom going ghost
Shawty do the fuckin most
All the speakers bout to blow
Rushin' to the fuckin gold
She got a smile that make you fold
Couple stories getting told
Couple records getting sold
While a couple couples getting old
While a double cup is getting cold
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Hol' on one time
Big, big, big, big, big
A bouquet of Murakamis
Gave it to Jolene, that hoe listen to Dolly
Big mouth ah bih, kinda look like Maury, ah
That just adds to my story, ah
Pardon me, these hoes went from like 9 to 5 like Dolly
Good thing this tape gon' have these biddies rag-dolly
Lil triflin' bih, she like the wrong kinda molly, woo
She like the wrong kinda molly
Let's talk about, Miss Dimena's, misdemeanours
Mr. Demean ya, take your ass to the cleaners
Big steppa, presidential elect, yeah, John Cena
If she not gon' be my best, yeah
Dinner and Hibachi, take her out to Hibachi
Can't Kingbach me, my bih Black and she bossy
Big Black rap wealth, trapped in epoxy
Eh rah rah rah rah rah reh
Yeah, call me a rager
And I've been getting too much bread boy, I could cater
You see these diamonds thru the tints
Now you wanna notice this
Bet that you won't notice me
But I guess that's how it is, ay
Smoke my dope in silence even though how loud it gets
Cut these fakes off from my table
Man I'm done allowing guests
I spent way too long
Thinking 'bout my ex with a clouded lens
Boy, my rise up to the top made me live without regrets
And they say move in silence
So man, why'd you post the quote
All you bitches think you preachers
All you do is quote unquote
I know I wasn't treated well
Man I know without a doubt
I stay counting up my hundreds
Everytime I'm counted out
I was stuck up in my old ways
Came in with the new now
It got way too crowded all the noise I had to tune out
I've been on my grind, haven't laid back in a while
But I know that I'm up
And I stay ahead like 10 miles
Spiritual, I'm on another plane
Yeah, difficult, I'm playing the hard game
Yeah, spend it all, buy that shit another day
Yeah it's typical, make that shit another way
Yeah I don't wanna get played again
Just tryna get paid again
I hate sitting on my ass
Now I'm tryna rage again
Nah I don't wanna wait
Nah I don't wanna wait no more
Nothing that can rhyme wit orange
What can rhyme wit Orange Lore
Orange Lore inna ghost
Lil Phantom going ghost
Shawty do the fuckin most
All the speakers bout to blow
Rushin' to the fuckin gold
She got a smile that make you fold
Couple stories getting told
Couple records getting sold
While a couple couples getting old
While a double cup is getting cold
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
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Writer(s): Noah B.
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