Oceans 2001

Yung Lean

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    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
    You can find me if you look in your mind too
    I'mma get a choppa, I'ma, I'mma get a choppa
    Shoot that ho in the face before she try to stop ya
    Yung lean, so fucking proper
    Sad boys, we own choppas
    Put her in that body bag
    The ocean's where I'll drop her

    Eat her out, wipe my face with a serviette
    Rich, sweeping legs
    Creeping in the cut, with a tommy gun
    I'ma stomp on your fondue
    Face looking like scooby doo, the groovy one

    Cannibus, anthrax, paid fast, get stacks
    Count racks, cash? And all that
    Bad rep, lsd right, creeping 'round like a lab rat
    Eat her out, click clack
    Shorty 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
    Shorty she a runner,?? And I can buy you drinks
    I got money like obama, internet explorer
    Boys, bitch, we?
    Hit that cut up, fire shots, make you run up
    Hit that club up, fire shots, make you run up

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    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
    You can find me if you look in your mind too

    I'mma get a choppa, I'ma, I'mma get a choppa
    Shoot that ho in the face before she try to stop ya
    Yung lean, so fucking proper
    Sad boys, we own choppas
    Put her in that body bag
    The ocean's where I'll drop her

    Lean slice it up
    Bbc, straight I'm fixing to bust a nut
    Sad boys in the place, lock your daughters up
    Smoking these greens, killing these fiends
    ? With some fucking big things
    ? Explosive, 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

    Living life like we in baltimore
    Tell the preacher it's a folklore
    What, fool? What, fool?
    Switched out the ferrari from the double door
    Smoking 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
    Sad boys, we done opened the door
    Sad boys smoking plenty dro

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    Composition: Yung Lean

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