Hey, the mind state of a winner
I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,
Our history that they stole, africa
Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,
But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
Damn a #fisher-#man, he's an ill-#manner #fish
You ain’t never been higher than this
And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish
The tables are turned i can't take this
All along i've been casting for a better fish
Who know this be the life that i really live
In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between
Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team
They say theres plenty fish in the sea
So while the world goes drake crazy
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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