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larry fisherman - !go fish! volume 1 lyrics

[verse: conway]
scr-ping the side of that pot up
rose gold dweller put your watch up
i got hit on my top when i got shot up
but i know n-ggas hit in the leg and never got up
griselda, b-tch, we just want the money, f-ck the fame
and rap n-ggas see us and they tuck their chains
it’s conway, you know the f-cking name
you said, “it was your year” last year and still nothing changed
no n-ggas drop like this
i got legends scratching their head, gotta rearrange their top 5 list, ya’ heard?
my little shooter on percocets
i’m only 99 percent, i ain’t perfect yet
i f-ck the b-tches n-ggas wish, and i ain’t buy a b-tch a birkin yet
p-ssy so wet i could surf in that
water ready in the pot, put the work in that
watch how i lock ’em on the surface when i’m working that
50 shotty, fold up, i could work with that
hating motherf-cker i see you, where the surgeon at?
i heard the track, then i murdered that
that’s why they know my name where they speak german at
i’m from the hood serving crack, i emerged from that
i was out lurking with a mac, then i merged with mac
burning wax in the back of the maybach with the curtain back
machine-b-tch, this is murder-rap

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