CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Orgasm Full of Pain
Yeah
Yeah
I been drinkin' this liquor
That's the key, that's the smooth right there, yeah
I been drinkin' this liquor, b*t*h, this ain't no liquor
But it made my sh*t bigger, yeah, it made my sh*t, it made my sh*t
I'm drinkin' this liquor, b*t*h, this ain't no liquor
But it made my sh*t bigger (Yeah) it made my sh*t, it made my sh*t
Orgasm full of pain, yeah
Ayy, hangover for champagne
Orgasm full of pain
Can't feel the same, I just can't, yeah, yeah
Orgasm full of-
I hide my pride, but still came to say
She had the time of her lil' stupid ass life
Crawlin' in that candy paint
Strawberry with the flakes
Sour apple green, dapper than Gucci [?] to the bank
Touch more road than the street sweeper
For fishes in the tank, not to see, but to eat
Sashimi tuna on my plate, for the liquor in my face
Like chefs with fillet, she wanna put a truffle on my meat
I'm cuttin' up today
What is life for an open dude? Ghetto got my soul so confused
I used my white voice 'til my patience was overused
Use my black force and the white say the local rules
Sequoia leftover food
Was tap inside my cups, but it's not from the local brews
Uncles and daddies and all my cousins all been on the local news
Gentrification came to rape us and then the locals moved
And it's all love, as we all bust
Yeah
I been drinkin' this liquor
That's the key, that's the smooth right there, yeah
I been drinkin' this liquor, b*t*h, this ain't no liquor
But it made my sh*t bigger, yeah, it made my sh*t, it made my sh*t
I'm drinkin' this liquor, b*t*h, this ain't no liquor
But it made my sh*t bigger (Yeah) it made my sh*t, it made my sh*t
Orgasm full of pain, yeah
Ayy, hangover for champagne
Orgasm full of pain
Can't feel the same, I just can't, yeah, yeah
Orgasm full of-
I hide my pride, but still came to say
She had the time of her lil' stupid ass life
Crawlin' in that candy paint
Strawberry with the flakes
Sour apple green, dapper than Gucci [?] to the bank
Touch more road than the street sweeper
For fishes in the tank, not to see, but to eat
Sashimi tuna on my plate, for the liquor in my face
Like chefs with fillet, she wanna put a truffle on my meat
I'm cuttin' up today
What is life for an open dude? Ghetto got my soul so confused
I used my white voice 'til my patience was overused
Use my black force and the white say the local rules
Sequoia leftover food
Was tap inside my cups, but it's not from the local brews
Uncles and daddies and all my cousins all been on the local news
Gentrification came to rape us and then the locals moved
And it's all love, as we all bust
