Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Depressed Ocean , by - Black Kray. Song from the album Ice Cream & Mac 10s, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |