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Fish Going Under

just can't shake off The way it always turned out Can you understand it's the way I choose to be Everything seems so easy this way but I'm going under

many niggas done tried to play mob Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act

Baby, I'm magic, ta-dah Address me as your highness, high as United Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work Niggas is going

many niggas done tried to play mob Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act

slugs fly Doves cry when a thug dies It might rain if you're a love guy Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em And going in we let

blackfish she sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it?s at An? oh, that blowfish blow Under the sea (Under the sea) Under the sea (Under the

Small talk over a glass of Grand Marnier As I sip from the glass, my mind starts packing this Louis Vuitton bags Take a trip to the past, hear that shot going

' out The black fish she sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it's at And, oh, that blowfish blow Under the sea Under the sea, under the sea

blackfish she sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it's at And Oh. That blowfish blow Under the sea (under the sea) Under the sea (under the