Orange Juice (Side A) Lyrics

Ay

You ain't got to go

Get the hell up outta here

You ain't got to go

Just get the hell up outta here

Ay girl

You know you sweeter than a piece of bubble gum

The flavors ran out

So I had to pop another one

Devil in a skirt

I done fell for the tricks

All them cute quirks

They got old real quick

You got corns on your feet

Sometimes you snort when you eat

Yeah you a whore in the sheets

But you fart and snore when you sleep

Oh yeah

I forgot them night terrors were the worst

I was thinking that you dying

Got my heart about to burst

And your mom's a piece of shit

I just want you to know

Your dad's kinda cool

But he's gay on the low

There's nothing wrong with that

Your family tree is slowly rotting on the inside

I know you disagree

But I'm telling you goodbye

You ain't got to leave

Just get the hell up outta here

Grab your shit and go

Those ain't even real tears

You ain't got to leave

Just get the hell up outta here

I'm changing all the locks

So I'll see ya when I see ya

I saw y'all

Walkin' in the rain

Y'all was holding hands

What a dirty game

I was laying in the cut

And I had that thang

Orange Juice Jones

I'ma sing my pain

I saw y'all

Walkin' in the rain

Y'all was holding hands

What a dirty game

I was laying in the cut

And I had that thang

Orange Juice Jones

I'ma sing my pain

Ay girl

You comin from a long line of loose women

If they had a little dough

Then dudes was getting in it

Even granny used to give it up easy

With no problems

Your family's greasy

That's how you got it from your mama

She had you so young

That she's looking like your sister

You know I got the tea

My man's hit it then he quit her

You think I didn't know

You stopped taking your birth control pills

It's why I finished on your face

Girl you got no chill

And now you looking stupid

Like your face is meltin

Looking like a candle

Now you wonder why I'm venting

I done caught you red handed

Infidelity's the crime

Now I'm the one that's demanding

A peace of mind

You ain't got to leave

Just get the hell up outta here

Grab your shit and go

Those ain't even real tears

You ain't got to leave

Just get the hell up outta here

I'm changing all the locks

So I'll see ya when I see ya

I saw y'all

Walkin' in the rain

Y'all was holding hands

What a dirty game

I was laying in the cut

And I had that thang

Orange Juice Jones

I'ma sing my pain

I saw y'all

Walkin' in the rain

Y'all was holding hands

What a dirty game

I was laying in the cut

And I had that thang

Orange Juice Jones

I'ma sing my pain

Ay girl

All your friends are skank hoes

Nasty broads with stank toes

They step out on a bro

If the banks closed

New shoes on your feet

New bag on your shoulders

They bootlegs from the flea market

But I never told ya

You don't deserve a dime

Leave with the things that you came with

I can't afford you no more

That's due to inflation

Inflated egos

Cause diminishing returns

Momma said that you was evil

But I guess I never learned

You had me hypnotized

With those hips and those thighs

But lurking on the insides

A wolf in disguise

So call Uber

Or your moms to come get you

Don't let the door hit you

Where the good Lord split you

You ain't got to leave

Just get the hell up outta here

Grab your shit and go

Those ain't even real tears

You ain't got to leave

Just get the hell up outta here

I'm changing all the locks

So I'll see ya when I see ya