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tigga wordz - orange chicken lyrics

mmm…orange chicken, f-ck these vixens
p-ssy addict p-ssy, but today, ain’t my ambitions
f-ck you sergio, and how i eat fried chicken
it lacks the glisten sweet taste of orange chicken
came back from the green so a n-gga hungry
open up your fridge can tell you been waitin’ fo me
if you were a women we’d undress, press, caress
mess around b-tch i’m c-mming quick called that panda express
what is next? the zest sh-t the citrus got in my eye
(ha!!!) and was it worth it off course now here’s why?
the taste beyond numeric, this sh-t ain’t generic
gotta embellish, a splash of taste a second genesis
newer testament, written by the blasian jesus
don’t believe us, cause yezzus signed to adidas
tis the season to be jolly regards if i was naughty
cause mommy made fresh gallon of that niktea
mama fragile wrist but still makin the recipe
for da orange chicken n-gga, we ain’t j-panese
so f-ck y’all teriyaki, suck your own wasabi
forgot da weed at the green, so i had to use da pocky
chow mien to an italian, orange chicken to a blaxican
mama food beautiful like her, kimchi kardashian
buddha gotta stayin patience, but my eye’s dilating
fixating to the s-xy fact, i’m watching you marinating
now you outta the tub but i’m the putting on the towel
lay you down on the table, devour, you for bout half an hour
take back earlier, i ain’t jesus, don’t ever wanna
can’t imagine to da death of me to be my last supper
if it was my last, don’t give a f-ck, christine chubbuck
i’d blast my -ss on a live sportscast or p-ssy out and just to upchuck
but rather be a m-th-rf-ck that upchuck this food
this ain’t soul food but the d-mn this seoul food
so good that these white chicks i don’t take out but take out this take out. orange chick yeah we about to make out
but feel hood like a buddha in tibet not in beijing
or peking or shenyang even worse pyongyang
cuz trying praise this chicken but da regime against my religion
until they found out that sweet and sour go swell on chicken
kim jong-un and his goons where up to no good
started makin trouble in my neighborhood
as soon as i told them like the kkk, my hood was white
just like their vison the north side chiggas were outta sight
alright, let’s get back to my darling chicken
forbid to have my foreskin in another chicken
as i bow, i vow never to look at the ingredients of general tso
even if her dirty deeds is for me to see her sesame seeds
oh sh-t her secret sauce gotta me shakin from the knee
oh please orange chicken please forgive me
my avisodomy lead to the pain imma endure
i’m pregnant and i’m pretty sure that this boy is yours
this p-ssy got yo c-ck no protection from dat friction
cause explain to me why our son a duckin’ gryphon

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