Tangerine Lyrics - Aston Matthews

(1: Chuck) 

This shit'll make your girl hang my poster on her wall 

These little shooters get it, spend it all at the mall 

Wearing white Air Forces to the church and the prom 

Been serving all week so it's all he got on 

Dog, my nigga sagging with the burner 

T-shirt picture of somebody who was murdered 

Pour a 40 on the curb, caught a charge with the turnip 

Nextel with the chirper, selling nickel bags of purple 

WorldStar niggas, straight up out the trap 

He got money off the shits but he really can't rap 

He got him a connect and he got that bag 

And in broad daylight, he shoot the shit out the strap 

Though he got it all backwards, you can't tell him shit 

If he had a thousand dollars, probably try to buy a brick 

He got it in a mattress, he never had a bank 

I just try to keep 'em safe, man that's how they play the game 

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(Kashflow) 

Block work, all in my demeanor 

White girl, '93 Bimmer 

This bass make ya face go numb 

Yea I got it and I got it by the drum 

And my shooters got drums 

And the money gon' come 

And them chickens gon' run 

Yea I got it and I got it by the drum 

(2: A$ton Matthews) 

Young nigga, chopper shells with the morning breath 

Rocked the diamonds dipped in crystal meth, hit the set 

Grip the Tec, it's war time, it's target practice 

You owe dimes, we charge your address 

Run up in it, wipe that whole bitch out 

Pray yo mom ain't in it, check before he left out 

Hollow tips, hold 'em off, no remorse 

Just 501s with tall tees to tuck the torch 

Young and reckless, he ain't want ya bitch, he want ya necklace 

Get yo neck split, never coming in with what he left with 

Keep the 7 like Leftwich 

One question: do you got a death wish? 

No goals, face tats with no future 

So hoe, stay strapped he gon' shoot ya 

Chirp the burners, copping new ones 

No talking to him, just hope you don't walk into him 

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(Kashflow) 

Block work, all in my demeanor 

White girl, '93 Bimmer 

This bass make ya face go numb 

Yea I got it and I got it by the drum 

And my shooters got drums 

And the money gon' come 

And them chickens gon' run 

Yea I got it and I got it by the drum 

(3: Kashflow) 

Hustled all winter, worked all spring 

Ball all summer, killing the game 

I say these niggas is rich but they don't know how to dress though 

I put the MF in Mannie Fresh though 

She say it was sauced up, I dripped on her 

Me and Chuck in a dopeboy whip on ya 

Young fellas built an empire right in the trap 

Let's put the real true me on the map 

Now I'm riding 'round Cali smoking kush with the strap 

A true hustler never smoking, dropping off packs 

UFO? be like what part of the game is that 

Forty Niner when I be getting at a nigga cap 

Ooh 

(Kashflow) 

Block work, all in my demeanor 

White girl, '93 Bimmer 

This bass make ya face go numb 

Yea I got it and I got it by the drum 

And my shooters got drums 

And the money gon' come 

And them chickens gon' run 

Yea I got it and I got it by the drum