John Ramon - Oceans Lyrics

Okay baby I'ma pull up to your home
Know how you feel when we talking on the phone
I'ma hit it raw because you know we grown
You ain't ratchet make that money on your own
Know you a freak when you be chilling all alone
This bitch my bitch yeah she in love with John Ramon
If she in trouble then you know what side I'm on
Ain't got a act like what the lames be putting on
If twelve bust in
Then that is thirty in the sink
Homie locked in the house he only drinking lean
We catch some bodies
Clean the scene like Mr Clean
Don't pour into my sprite if that weak shit is green
Four seven hundred yeah we really chasing dreams
Don't want your bitch because your bitch be for the team
Ain't what it seems I'll tell you who be pulling strings
I shoot like curry ain't no sonic I got rings
Ain't gotta fight but ima swing if you gonna swing
I ain't got time to go and argue about no fling
I don't play about my bitch cuz that my stink
No I don't like you I'm just trying to fucking link
Okay baby I'ma pull up to your home
Know how you feel when we talking on the phone
I'ma hit it raw because you know we grown
You ain't ratchet make that money on your own
Know you a freak when you be chilling all alone
This bitch my bitch yeah she in love with John Ramon
If she in trouble then you know what side I'm on
Ain't got a act like what the lames be putting on

Okay baby I'ma pull up to your home
Know how you feel when we talking on the phone
I'ma hit it raw because you know we grown
You ain't ratchet make that money on your own
Know you a freak when you be chilling all alone
This bitch my bitch yeah she in love with John Ramon
If she in trouble then you know what side I'm on
Ain't got a act like what the lames be putting on
If twelve bust in
Then that is thirty in the sink
Homie locked in the house he only drinking lean
We catch some bodies
Clean the scene like Mr Clean
Don't pour into my sprite if that weak shit is green
Four seven hundred yeah we really chasing dreams
Don't want your bitch because your bitch be for the team
Ain't what it seems I'll tell you who be pulling strings
I shoot like curry ain't no sonic I got rings
Ain't gotta fight but ima swing if you gonna swing
I ain't got time to go and argue about no fling
I don't play about my bitch cuz that my stink
No I don't like you I'm just trying to fucking link
Okay baby I'ma pull up to your home
Know how you feel when we talking on the phone
I'ma hit it raw because you know we grown
You ain't ratchet make that money on your own
Know you a freak when you be chilling all alone
This bitch my bitch yeah she in love with John Ramon
If she in trouble then you know what side I'm on
Ain't got a act like what the lames be putting on