| I waded in, then started swimming
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| Rolling so deep I’m defying limits
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| Side eyes from the guys tryna cuff they women
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| But I don’t want your girl brother I’m too ambitious
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| I could share my towel with ya girl right now
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| I got a barracuda that could fit in her Bermuda
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| Probably leave her strung out on my young frank Lucas
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| But something smells fishy and the waters full of groupers
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| They saying you my Pell don’t forget me, get me
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| But they never took the time to find a nigga history, is he that bad?
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| Nah not really
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| I just know my worth, and a shone ain’t worth a penny
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| But some be too fine, they make me think twice, like really think twice,
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| like they could be mine
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| But I’m kidding, there’s too many fish, and I’m tryna go swimming
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| Never bring sand to the beach, when you never even seen that shore
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| There’s plenty more fish in the sea, so why would I swim with yours
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| I tell her what it is, she respect it because it’s me, and I’ma swim in it
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| talking ten feet deep
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| Ain’t nobody gotta know, we just keep it low-key
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| But if they ask if that’s me, I look back like
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ma I get it in, but never been a player
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| Fisherman Pell so sometimes I just filet em
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| Keep em guessing where I’m staying unless they known the kid from day one
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| Taking slim bait leaving whales inside the ocean (I'm lying)
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| Jameson in my gills got me drunk in love
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| But it Only last a minute or until I bust
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| 16 when my uncle took me fishing, but little did I know id hook the prettiest
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| of women (for real)
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| Now I’m in my twenties and my lines the cause of interest
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| Now I’m tossing shells at my fucking competition
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| Saving sand dollars just to throw em at the women
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| Definition of a feel good living
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| In the waves all night
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| I could stay all night
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| Just for one my type
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| But until I find her I’m a keep swimming
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| Never bring sand to the beach, when you never even seen that shore
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| There’s plenty more fish in the sea, so why would I swim with yours
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| I tell her what it is, she respect it because it’s me, and I’ma swim in it
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| talking ten feet deep
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| Ain’t nobody gotta know, we just keep it low-key
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| But if they ask if that’s me, I look back like
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |