Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Depressed Ocean, artist - Black Kray. Album song Ice Cream & Mac 10s, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.08.2005
Record label: Goth Money
Song language: English
Depressed Ocean |
Wha, ahh, uhh |
Yeah, finna godamnn uh, hunned on this bitch |
Uh, fuck, uh mofuckers dirty |
Alright, know what I’m sayin' all I dig |
You already know, hunned |
Word, mmmmm, yeah |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my gosh (shit) |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (god) |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (ahh) |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (woah) |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (wet) |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (god) |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god |
Oh, oh, oh catch me ridin' with yo hoe (yo hoe) |
Oh, oh, oh dirty golds look like rose |
Oh, oh, oh catch me hoppin' out two doors (huh) |
2Pac steez with that diamond on my nose (twerk) |
All white coke 1's swerve like my bitch (damn) |
Oh, oh, oh looking like a walking lick |
Gold mouth daddy with them diamonds on my dick (my dick) |
Oh, oh, oh gold teeth look like piss |
Ridin' round the town work Hunned Stackz blowing thraxx |
Blade in my bitch godamn I’m in NA, SA |
Twenty cellphones and a pager Persian twerk god (steez) |
Killing all you niggas 'cause the steez got me murked up |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (woah) |
Bitch on the molly 'bout to burp prolly all in the cut, with yo hoe |
Rolling up weed y’all still talking 'bout that loud, whenever y’all smoke |
Goth Money shit raw as a bitch we ain’t got no condoms, in this hoe |
Art witch clique from the east side we hit the shit and we are go |
Off of the shits, know I brought it back this Flexico Goth Money shit swole |
My boys we come from the steez coast |
Ridin' round letting that weed blow |
Mike Jackson like T-LO |
Jugged and ball like freeflow |
Hannah Montana like Migo shit, coolin' with my vatos |
You ain’t even know how the lane go, so don’t even try to fit in hoe |
No new friends like Drake bro, can’t copy this at Kinkos |
'Cause it’s too fucking wet need a poncho |
Better yet go get your raincoat |
Matter fact this too wet hoe |
Damn this just too wet bro |
Uh, finna godamn |
That dirty boys shit, know what I’m sayin' |
Got the Air Force 1's shit, godamn cousin still got the durag on |
Yeah, you know, you know what I’m saying |
Ehhh, go |