Oceans 2001 (Prod. Gregar)

Lyrics for Oceans 2001 (Prod. Gregar)

Sadboys, 2002 Unknown Death 2001 The ocean's where they'll find you The ocean's where they'll find you You can find me if you look in your mind too The ocean's where they'll find you The ocean's where they'll find you You can find me if you look in your mind too I'ma, I'ma get a chopper, I'ma get a chopper Shoot that ho in the face before she try to stop ya' Yung Lean, so fuckin' proper Sadboys, we own choppers Put her in that body bag, the ocean's where I'll drop her Eat her out, wipe my face with a serviette Rich, feelin' legs, creepin' in the cut, with a Tommy gun I'ma stomp on your fondue, face lookin' like Scooby Doo, the groovy one Cannabis, anthrax, paid fast, get stacks Count racks, cash checks, and all that Bad breath, LSD right, creepin' 'round like a lab rat Eat her out, Kit Kat Shawty, we can take it real slow, if you wanna Sex and pills, Lean got the marijuana I got so much ice, and these ice creams cost one hunna' You know we gon' make it hot, like the summer Shawty, she a runner, me so smart, and I can buy you drinks I got money like Obama, Internet Explorer Boys, bitch, we dumb, dumber Hit that cut up, fire the shots, make you run up Hit that club up, fire the shots, make you run up The ocean's where they'll find you The ocean's where they'll find you You can find me if you look in your mind too The ocean's where they'll find you The ocean's where they'll find you You can find me if you look in your mind too I'ma, I'ma get a chopper, I'ma get a chopper Shoot that ho in the face before she try to stop ya' Yung Lean, so fuckin' proper Sadboys, we own choppers Put her in that body bag, the ocean's where I'll drop her Lean, slice it up BBC, straight, finna bust a nut Sadboys in the place, lock your daughters up Smokin' these greens, killin' these fiends Cook an omelette with some fuckin' baked greens Little chain of explosives, I'm fast, I'm C-4 Wake up in the morning and I'm married to a dinosaur Her vagina's sore Click-clack-click like the liquor store Livin' life like we in Baltimore Tell the preacher it's a folklore What, for? What, for? Switched out the Ferrari from the double door Smokin' Sherman like I'm Dumbledore Humble, poor Hungry hippos and we finna rob the liquor store And we finna rob the liquor store Lean got plenty more Sadboys, we done opened the door Sadboys smokin' plenty dro Shouts out to Gregar, haha, haha!