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Irishmen Video (MV)




Performed By: Orange Beanie
Length: 2:38
Written by: Daniel Ward




Orange Beanie - Irishmen Lyrics
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I been in my duffle
To get out the struggle
Won't lay down or cuddle
Heart cold bout the bundles
Might tear you apart
From a early start
So girl just gimme jaw
You can keep your heart
We hit the after hours
They sweaty I'm still clean as f*ck like its after showers
Go hard for my people
Fight til this day for my people
Deontay Wilder
Down bad Feelin boxed in
Somehow goin out sad
Made me locked in
They say Beanie poppin
Bitch I was cornered in with no options
So I'm in the kitchen
Cookin whippin
Frying pan
Told a rapper he'll get killed like an Irishman
OOO
Bitch I'm burnin hot with all this fireman
How I kick this shit coach ain't no icing him
Imma hit this so we up right
I'm poppin the smoke loud as gun fight
I had to f*ck her for the one time
She asked me for something she get Nas like one mic
You shooting yo shot like it's gun rights
You takin percs til u numb right
You Sick of your life in the slums right
So What u gon do
You got one life
Man
Get inside ya bag not ya feels
If it ain't bout cash what's the deal
I could never step back or yield
And I Can't throw u a pass in the field
Shit be way to fishy on the reel
You be with
The Crabs
Snakes
And eels
It's a cold world so I can't chill
Not chasing my dreams is surreal
Taking it
Break and
Remaking it
I'm gonna make something out of myself
Forget the politics
Find love n follow it
While stackin dollars and
Get to the wealth
Work hard until u find help
That's the mission ain't it
If you gon take it
Easy like it's pro
OB gone 2 K
Hall of fame it
OB flaming Where's the BIC
That boy snapping where the pic
Got them mad as shared his Chick
How My foot all on their larynx
I wanna see us do better
Than 45s Barettas
Killed yo cousin for his cheddar
That shit sick under the weather
Why do these boys gotta hate
And I got enough on my plate
I dont do beef I eat steak
Sick Of oatmeal everyday
Lookin Like Damn Homie
In high school u was the man homie
What the f*ck happened to you
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I been in my duffle
To get out the struggle
Won't lay down or cuddle
Heart cold bout the bundles
Might tear you apart
From a early start
So girl just gimme jaw
You can keep your heart
We hit the after hours
They sweaty I'm still clean as f*ck like its after showers
Go hard for my people
Fight til this day for my people
Deontay Wilder
Down bad Feelin boxed in
Somehow goin out sad
Made me locked in
They say Beanie poppin
Bitch I was cornered in with no options
So I'm in the kitchen
Cookin whippin
Frying pan
Told a rapper he'll get killed like an Irishman
OOO
Bitch I'm burnin hot with all this fireman
How I kick this shit coach ain't no icing him
Imma hit this so we up right
I'm poppin the smoke loud as gun fight
I had to f*ck her for the one time
She asked me for something she get Nas like one mic
You shooting yo shot like it's gun rights
You takin percs til u numb right
You Sick of your life in the slums right
So What u gon do
You got one life
Man
Get inside ya bag not ya feels
If it ain't bout cash what's the deal
I could never step back or yield
And I Can't throw u a pass in the field
Shit be way to fishy on the reel
You be with
The Crabs
Snakes
And eels
It's a cold world so I can't chill
Not chasing my dreams is surreal
Taking it
Break and
Remaking it
I'm gonna make something out of myself
Forget the politics
Find love n follow it
While stackin dollars and
Get to the wealth
Work hard until u find help
That's the mission ain't it
If you gon take it
Easy like it's pro
OB gone 2 K
Hall of fame it
OB flaming Where's the BIC
That boy snapping where the pic
Got them mad as shared his Chick
How My foot all on their larynx
I wanna see us do better
Than 45s Barettas
Killed yo cousin for his cheddar
That shit sick under the weather
Why do these boys gotta hate
And I got enough on my plate
I dont do beef I eat steak
Sick Of oatmeal everyday
Lookin Like Damn Homie
In high school u was the man homie
What the f*ck happened to you
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Writer: Daniel Ward
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