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Ocean Video (MV)




Performed By: ptmmar
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Mar Sharpe
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ptmmar - Ocean Lyrics




Yeah, yeah, you could never trust a ho
She might try and f*ck the bros, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you know how this shit go
Yeah, you know how this shit go

Had to backdoor this ho, had her laying on the floor
She just had to drop the load
Now, I'm finna change the flow
It's just me and the bros, we ain't worried bout no hoes

I been tryna make it out the hill
She told me she was on a pill
Nah, I gotta hit a drill
These niggas be pocket watchin', yeah

These niggas gotta chill
I want to be able to count a mil
I'm just tryna be like Tommy Hill
Yeah, I wanna be a figer

This ain't no Kyle Richh
But she just told me pour her up some liquor
I just wanna be remembered
She was bouncin' on my dick

I was finna call her Tigger
But this ain't no Winnie Pooh
Niggas see me blowin
They just thought that shit was a fluke

They talk down on my name
But that shit don't even be true
Yeah, this shit ain't nothin' new
Yeah, they just tryna flame you

But I just be pushin' through
Just pulled up in a brand new coupe
Yeah, my niggas pull up, shoot
Just copped a brand new chain

Got that shit from Johnny Dang
That bitch tryna give me ocean eyes
Ain't even pay no mind
Then I looked up and I knew that hoe

Was finna f*ckin' cry
Yeah, I knew she was finna cry
I just told her, wipe her eye
Just pulled up and shot that bitch

Like my nigga J9
F*ckin' on this one hoe
And her nigga FaceTime
Told that nigga, yo, bitch, ain't yo, bitch

Now she finna be mine
But I hope she don't think I'm slow
Cause I know this bitch a ho
She had a nigga whole time

And she ain't think, I know
Hear this motherf*cker go
With them f*ckin' ocean eyes
That shit only work one time

I come trim every time
Yeah, that shit baseline
Wish y'all stop talkin' bout these signs
That shit be a waste of time

Rob, you really been on my mind
You really was my slime
Till the day you f*ckin' died
When you die, I had ocean eyes

I think about you and almost cry
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English

Yeah, yeah, you could never trust a ho
She might try and f*ck the bros, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you know how this shit go
Yeah, you know how this shit go

Had to backdoor this ho, had her laying on the floor
She just had to drop the load
Now, I'm finna change the flow
It's just me and the bros, we ain't worried bout no hoes

I been tryna make it out the hill
She told me she was on a pill
Nah, I gotta hit a drill
These niggas be pocket watchin', yeah

These niggas gotta chill
I want to be able to count a mil
I'm just tryna be like Tommy Hill
Yeah, I wanna be a figer

This ain't no Kyle Richh
But she just told me pour her up some liquor
I just wanna be remembered
She was bouncin' on my dick

I was finna call her Tigger
But this ain't no Winnie Pooh
Niggas see me blowin
They just thought that shit was a fluke

They talk down on my name
But that shit don't even be true
Yeah, this shit ain't nothin' new
Yeah, they just tryna flame you

But I just be pushin' through
Just pulled up in a brand new coupe
Yeah, my niggas pull up, shoot
Just copped a brand new chain

Got that shit from Johnny Dang
That bitch tryna give me ocean eyes
Ain't even pay no mind
Then I looked up and I knew that hoe

Was finna f*ckin' cry
Yeah, I knew she was finna cry
I just told her, wipe her eye
Just pulled up and shot that bitch

Like my nigga J9
F*ckin' on this one hoe
And her nigga FaceTime
Told that nigga, yo, bitch, ain't yo, bitch

Now she finna be mine
But I hope she don't think I'm slow
Cause I know this bitch a ho
She had a nigga whole time

And she ain't think, I know
Hear this motherf*cker go
With them f*ckin' ocean eyes
That shit only work one time

I come trim every time
Yeah, that shit baseline
Wish y'all stop talkin' bout these signs
That shit be a waste of time

Rob, you really been on my mind
You really was my slime
Till the day you f*ckin' died
When you die, I had ocean eyes

I think about you and almost cry
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Writer: Mar Sharpe
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