Urban Jones - Orange Crush Lyrics

Ugh

They be like, "Urban Jones the man, yo"
And I be like, "I am, bro"
Say she got a man
But I don't see her wit her man though
Til that nigga come around
Then I don't give a damn, ho

I don't lie to a bitch cause I ain't gotta
Say what I want
Still get that pussy from up out her
Kicc it for a couple hours
Let her roll up some sour
If she want I'll let her snort a lil powder
And I'll tell you how these hoes do
When you get on it aint a thang
To get a bitch to do the whole crew
Like roll through, damn
All of these niggas and she chose you
But she ain't fuccin wit no rookie
She hide that weed in her nookie
If we get pulled over now that's hood as hell
My bag smell like weed and pussy
And both smelling good as hell
Wake her up wit some dicc
Slap her on the booty like
Baby make me some grits
And she just do what she told
Naked over the stove, yeah
You know that boy Urban Jones
Know how to train em
I make em come wit a fingah
Homeboy, whole team blowin up
And I'm cookin up another banger
Rollin up another nug of orange crush

And they like, "Urban Jones the man, yo"
And I be like, "I am, bro"
Say she got a man
But I don't see her wit her man though
Til that nigga come around
Then I don't give a damn, ho
I said that I don't give a damn, ho
I said that I don't give a damn
And she say she got a man
But I don't see you wit yo man though

I tell the truth to these hoes
Fucc how they feel
Somebody gotta tell em somethin trill
Tell me this, if you broke
Then why the fucc you tryna chill
Show me you know how to fucc
I'll show you how to make a mil
That's real, without a deal
These hoes they know my name
Game recognize game
Why are you tryna play us
Prayin on my downfall
Well you don't pray much
Hatin ass nigga I stay clutch
Everything A plus, yeah
Leave the club
Wit a dollar full of dimes
Get like me
You lost your motha fuccin mind
Dirty 30 and ain't even in my prime
I'll take that as a sign
All I do is smoke and rhyme
And I ain't gotta try at either
We gon always shine
No matter how much you hate it
I'm your bitch's favorite
You just overrated
That's why I got her and her friends naked
And they goin nuts
Chill wit a real nigga
Rollin up another nug of orange crush
And they like, "Urban Jones the man, yo"
And I be like, "I am, bro"
Say she got a man
But I don't see her wit her man though
Til that nigga come around
Then I don't give a damn, ho
I said that I don't give a damn, ho
I said that I don't give a damn
And she say she got a man
But I don't see you wit yo man though

Let's go to sleep in Vegas
Wake up in NYC
Take a trip to Californ-i-a
Bring you bacc to Tennessee, baby
Now you can fucc wit them other lames
And move over to another lane
You'd be insane
But wherever I go, she goes