Ocean Prime (feat. Boldy James)

Where we with it?
 We tuna melt all of the smelts and fillet the salmons (what else?)
 Ocean prime with the Caesar salad but the dressin' Italian
 Had to break out the real scales, took a day to count it (uh-huh)
 Plug out in St. Thomas, from the Virgin to the Cayman Islands
 This yacht life is a blessin', flip-flops and my Nautica sweats
 Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck
 Oyster Perpets, flood the yacht with baguettes
 Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek
 Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard
 Drownin' in sin, life's a beach, need a coast guard
 Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm
 Now we dockin' the boat, big rope with the anchor charms
 Simply straight return, three-thousand miles away from home
 Middle of the ocean, had to cut the navigation on
 Nautica Competition accomplished on my windbreakers
 Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick
 Papa was a ladies' man, Popeye was a sailor man
 Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water, aquarium
 Fish scale professional, we got that oil sheen, yeah
 On the river tryna water wing me up a stingray
 We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic?
 Why these loose lips sinkin' ships like the Titanic?
 On a deserted island, plug tried to leave me stranded
 I can't understand his Inglés, he can't understand my Spanish
 Big fish in a small pond full of guppies
 Like The Bermuda Triangle I can make you vanish
 Burnin' exotic coral reefer with all my blooders
 The chain a treasure chest, but my piece hit like watercolors
 Ha?
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 They don't wanna see you die