Ocean Gang Lyrics

Bitch ass niggers talking
Soulja boy gonna go an kill them
Real talk bitch show me the millions
Money packing to the ceiling
Throw that shit above the building
Real talk Im gonna get it
Sod we smoke that
You bitches rolling midgets
Pussy boys dont want cause I own it
Lamas want it, bitch Im standing in the
And you know theyre not so brave
Bitch Im standing in the A,
And I post upon the block, a hundred million like a copper
down my nigger falling down my pocket
Its the hundreds and the cash, Im post upon the block
200 hundred cash in bags I put the stash I rash
I go ham on cash you niggers know my name
You bitches know its not a game
Real talk I fly them hoes, the same old
Gucci purple yellow gold like ill ill
We cant go swag out the ass I pass by the dash
Say 200 and 40 look at the performance
go ham, door slam
No nigger know Im pulling racks
Got money later across the floor
We count money you talk shit, you get ill
With the whole club, its on me,
Thats on him, the whole squad we do it big,
Nigger shows all across the fucking world
Fucking with that baby girl,
Is bizy on top, everybody knows that
Pop your bitch ass quick like a down Prozac
Everybody know me, so od
Ima keep on going ham,
All niggers gonna hate me
Yall niggers gonna face me,
No one can replace me
Soulja Boy Im on top, I smoke purple and go crazy
real talk Im on 2, real talk Im on 3
Aka a bag, I zone 3
And zone 1 zone 6 we talk bricks you toast this
We talk loose hit a nigger with the whole thang
I go bang, I will swang, out the front
All bumping, out the frame
Shouts out to Memphis, shouts out to zone 1
Shouts out to we own now
Lil drey Im so proud
Rolling that down loud
I blow the damn hoes, she take off her clothes
I am the shit if you hate nigger face it
Yellow diamond watch ear ring and the bracelet
God damn Im so own I feel like Im so high
Post up above the clouds like I am a satellite
God damn were on the night
In the club, vip, so I see the like god damn
Should have called a driver
Supply the lane, supply the purp
Supply the king, Im a thing for Louie Vuitton
God damn, Im a rip hard from zone one
stupid bitches no fun
Real talk Im a prophet, money falling down the pocket
Louie Vuitton Wiley, god damn Im high bitch
God damn Im in the cockpit, on a g5 and the damn clouds
God damn Im all loud, lil drey so proud
god damn we her bro, real talk were on us
Were everywhere you wanna be but you cant have that
Get back you bitch, sod be savage
Hit your ass with the whole club, pull up on the whole
All you see is inside of cars
All you see is cash, all you see is swag
All you see is Louis Vuitton and limited bags
All you see is real ass niggers thats talking cash
All you see is motherfucking 4 tanks of gas
Lambos, audisens, all of that shit
Pull up to the strip with them hoes on the dick
They saying damn drey, you didnt blew up like a hoe
I feel like a real pimp when Im talking to a hoe
I feel like hundred bricks, I feel like a hundred lips
I feel like a player and a mayor took a hundred
I feel like a prophet bitch with money in pocket bitch
I feel like .. yeah I rock it bitch
self made, self paid,
bitch we player, sod so greater,
Out living all the haters
Nigger my bag against the wall with the pistol
And Ima pop till they get the fuck out my way
And I pop, I got this red game love
And the combination swag
Type it in, d9, exes on the pad, ah
You though it was over
Im high and thats over
I swag from January to October to December
Can you remember when I was ice style with the
So you could on me, bitch.

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