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youngbagchasers - ocean eyes lyrics

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[intro]
it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful
they know that i really diss the dead, yea that’s my f+ckin’ special
it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe
it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful
(sp+cecoupe, take me to pluto)
they know that i really diss the dead, yea that’s my f+ckin’ special

[verse 1]
i ain’t got time for the b+tches if she ain’t f+ckin’
i just sent pop 10 grand, he sent me back a hunnid
mix celine with the prada, it ain’t ricky, i don’t want it
i just bussed a trap for ten, another called, he want twenty
why the f+ck you keep on callin’ my phone, it ain’t bout money
that b+tch ain’t want to even look my way when i was bummy
but now i got that b+tch on record when she suck me
all these pounds of qrizzy got the crib smellin’ musty
b+tch bad, she rock bottega with the marni
spoiled lil brat, my lil b+tch, she a barbie
n+ggas actin’ like they eatin’, but they starvin’
flipped my first pack, and turned to a trapaholic
you ain’t never take no risk, i put my all in
hop out on skates, i really seen n+ggas fallin’
this sh+t i’m wearing ain’t cheap, this sh+t be costin
buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe
we took some l’s, but they grievin’ ’bout that sh+t
took ’em on a chase, and let bd hop out the whip
then i kept goin’, pedal to the medal, n+gga you already knowin’
kriss vector in the glock, and you can tell ’cause it’s pokin’
[refrain]
it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful
they know that i really diss the dead, and that’s my f+ckin’ special
it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe

[verse 2]
i done lost some guys to this sh+t, but never panic
and every time we hit they side, them n+ggas can’t stand it
done did some things in designer, got blood on my lanvins
i am known for sl+ttin’ b+tches out, i am not romantic
walk in celine, i f+ck around, and buy the whole manikin

[outro]
it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful, it’s mr disrespectful
they know that i really diss the dead, yea that’s my f+ckin’ special



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