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Peet - Pacific Ocean Lyrics



Peet - Pacific Ocean Lyrics




Prescribe me that dope uh
Im out in tacoma im posted in proctor
Prescribe me that dope like im a doctor

I got all these diamonds they know im a baller woah

I got gun in the whip right now they ready for the slaughter

They tryna take that lsd with me they tryna go get off the blotter woah

Im posted up at the crib right now I just went and killed me the squatters

You thinking you hot
You know that im hotter

Pulled up on rick
You know he gotta chopper

I don't f*ck with the opps woah
I don't f*ck with the opps no
I don't f*ck with the coppers
I just put it right up on your bitch
Yeah I put her on my roster
Got thc got the cbd
Im smoking that shatter woah
Got the brand new drip on me lil bitch im looking so tattered hoe
Got the bitch on me wanna go f*ck on me yeah im flattered

Gotta walk in the room
I got everything scattered

Threw the motherf*cking four up
With the 808s they hit like thunder

Gotta bad bitch she wanna go bend it back on the motherf*cking red like murder

Got a motherf*cking four on me with the red just like its murder

Ufo amg outside the flying saucer
Got a bad bitch woah
Ima f*ck her and I toss her
I got 20 f*cking blunts woah
Ima save em for later
I got a motherf*cking birkin bag
Woah it just be alligator
You tryna f*cking flex on me
You cant be cause I be greater
You tryna waste your f*cking time
Onna f*cking hater
You gonna waste all of your time
Ima count the paper
You just bought all of that drip
You looking like a skater
You motherf*ckers bouta die
And I get you so damn fried
You motherf*ckers aint lived no life
And im outside all the time
She want all that f*cking coke
Woah I got her a few lines
She wanna get all of that coke woah
I got her the razor now

Don 42 with the lean as a chaser
We going up outta here we going major
I got some ogs and they selling dope
Right off a pager my blow so good
Yeah you taste the flavor
We going up outta here yeah onna lames
We don't even f*ck with a faker
We turning so up right now turning so up right now like an electric breaker

I don't give a f*ck about nothing they saying
These motherf*ckers
Aint even wet like a glacier
If you getting close to me motherf*ckers
Ima go kill you like I be the grim reaper
I gotta go get on the chopper
They on me right now
And I got a bitch she is a keeper
Ima go pull up on a bitch right now
I think she is a teacher

She f*cking all on me in the frog eye bentley
Woah it is a creature
We all in the stadium right now right now
Woah we in the bleachers
I just went and killed me the opps
I just posted on the mollys like future
I don't give a f*ck
About nothing they saying right now uh
Saint peet the preacher
Saint peet the preacher
Saint peet the preacher woah
Prescribe all of that dope
Prescribe all of that dope
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Prescribe me that dope uh
Im out in tacoma im posted in proctor
Prescribe me that dope like im a doctor

I got all these diamonds they know im a baller woah

I got gun in the whip right now they ready for the slaughter

They tryna take that lsd with me they tryna go get off the blotter woah

Im posted up at the crib right now I just went and killed me the squatters

You thinking you hot
You know that im hotter

Pulled up on rick
You know he gotta chopper

I don't f*ck with the opps woah
I don't f*ck with the opps no
I don't f*ck with the coppers
I just put it right up on your bitch
Yeah I put her on my roster
Got thc got the cbd
Im smoking that shatter woah
Got the brand new drip on me lil bitch im looking so tattered hoe
Got the bitch on me wanna go f*ck on me yeah im flattered

Gotta walk in the room
I got everything scattered

Threw the motherf*cking four up
With the 808s they hit like thunder

Gotta bad bitch she wanna go bend it back on the motherf*cking red like murder

Got a motherf*cking four on me with the red just like its murder

Ufo amg outside the flying saucer
Got a bad bitch woah
Ima f*ck her and I toss her
I got 20 f*cking blunts woah
Ima save em for later
I got a motherf*cking birkin bag
Woah it just be alligator
You tryna f*cking flex on me
You cant be cause I be greater
You tryna waste your f*cking time
Onna f*cking hater
You gonna waste all of your time
Ima count the paper
You just bought all of that drip
You looking like a skater
You motherf*ckers bouta die
And I get you so damn fried
You motherf*ckers aint lived no life
And im outside all the time
She want all that f*cking coke
Woah I got her a few lines
She wanna get all of that coke woah
I got her the razor now

Don 42 with the lean as a chaser
We going up outta here we going major
I got some ogs and they selling dope
Right off a pager my blow so good
Yeah you taste the flavor
We going up outta here yeah onna lames
We don't even f*ck with a faker
We turning so up right now turning so up right now like an electric breaker

I don't give a f*ck about nothing they saying
These motherf*ckers
Aint even wet like a glacier
If you getting close to me motherf*ckers
Ima go kill you like I be the grim reaper
I gotta go get on the chopper
They on me right now
And I got a bitch she is a keeper
Ima go pull up on a bitch right now
I think she is a teacher

She f*cking all on me in the frog eye bentley
Woah it is a creature
We all in the stadium right now right now
Woah we in the bleachers
I just went and killed me the opps
I just posted on the mollys like future
I don't give a f*ck
About nothing they saying right now uh
Saint peet the preacher
Saint peet the preacher
Saint peet the preacher woah
Prescribe all of that dope
Prescribe all of that dope
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Saint Peter
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Performed By: Peet
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Saint Peter

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