Fisherman’s Friends Side Project

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Chillinit] Can I have one of those? Ahahahah Oh, Yeah! New resealable, Fisherman's Friend Smoking couta by the bay Smoking couta by the - Couta by the bay Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse: Chillinit] Smoking Couta by the bay Smelling something fishy, barracuda in a J This that twerk it on the top This that booty in your face This that work, you take it off Ferris Beuller with the day This that skirt, you take it off Put your roaches in the bag, the way I get my money up I swear the slogan should be that, and I could pull these inner views I'm Joe Rogan with the chatter, I'm Huey Lewis on the news I keep a trojan in the back, dat-dat-dat, like Migos I take off, and put Cardi hair on my bitch The way she scream hoe, I break box and put Cartier on my wrist, you little bitch Who be with the team? Who be with the cob, and got the doobies in the jeans We don't give a fuck Woozy off the weed, I get faded off the drugs Groupies in [?], I could hit you with the - Groupie full of G's, if you coming from the vill' you see the beauty in the streets I get faded off a pill Keep a [?], on the scene Fuck a Blake, she call me Chill' And her groupie on my steez Let me level with my G I ain't walking with no wife 'less she Bonnie to the Clyde It's a vibe, it's a vibe It's a, it's a - [Chorus: Chillinit] Smoking Couta by the bay Smelling something fishy, barracuda in a J This that twerk it on the top This that booty in your face This that work, you take it off Ferris Beuller with the - Ferris, Ferris, Ferris, Ferris Beuller with the - [Part II] [Intro: Chillinit] Six times, five foot, four girls Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment Nah, nah, wait, wait, wait, wait If I could be real wit' y'all, like, I'm not even really, efficient type of person Let's get six strippers, let's get a Meriton Let's get a whole bunch of fucked up party shit and, uh Let's start this party [Chorus: Chillinit] Six times, five foot, four girls Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment And big lines, poured on the floor Having sex to the door From the head to the wall, get it started I need extra leg room, when I get chartered I don't like to feel this special, when departed Girl you told me this forever, but we started And I'm feeling like you left me, broken hearted [Verse 1: Chillinit] Yeah, you better thank me though I spent the money, girl, you keep it, I got banks of those I was Susan's son, ever since [?] I was just a little bit of chilling, got a gram of blow B-R-B, music bargain for this new apartments Flip the charges, now I'm bout to buy a supermarket Three up at the bottom, now there's two, up above 'em You know that I cop the street, that's got the view of harbours Center point, I lost count at about the seventh joint Fuck 'em all, what's the score, there's too many points Let 'em know We too ready for 'em, front, you better let it go You better let it go, yeah, yeah How many times, I had to sweat in patience? How many rhymes have I provided you, anticipation? How many times you heard the lies, from all the shit they saying? How many times have I provided you, your medication? Real talk Know that you a man-bitch When you'd rather choose a bag of blow, over your fan bitch [?], on my handle that you playing with When I do it, I'mma do you jealous, cause you can bitch Real talk Called me crying for the second time Stop your crying for a second, there's a better time That was younger, that's my brother We were brother, let's go brothers With a brother, and he'll bust and let his weapon slide Real talk [Chorus: Chillinit] Six times, five foot, four girls Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment And big lines, poured on the floor Having sex to the door From the head to the wall, get it started I need extra leg room and I control it I don't like to feel this special, when departed Girl you told me this forever, but we started And I'm feeling like you left me broken hearted [Verse 2: Chillinit] [?], to these little drillers Rappers getting money, funny, y'all are little Chillers' Keep a jersey on, go and get a bigger figure Rest of you look double shiver Laughed and learned, a new beginner, ain't a driller Man, the island is on, heavy violence Church off silence, I could turn it into murder clients One Four, went from walking round in heavy armour Just to get the one, four million Balenciaga's, so can you You do anything you wanna do Cause the worlds yours, go and make your girl yours Yeah, the worlds yours, go and make your girl's yours This a man's world, go and get your girl's yours Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah This a man's world, go beat this man's world This a man's world, go and get your girl's yours Fuck-a, fuck-a bitch Fuck-a, fuck-a, fuck-a bitch [Chorus: Chillinit] Six times, five foot, four girls Three best friends, in this two bed-room, one apartment And big lines, poured on the floor Having sex to the door From the head to the wall, get it started I need extra leg room and I control it I don't like to feel this special, when departed Girl you told me this forever, but we started And I'm feeling like you left me broken hearted [Outro: Chillinit] Hol' up, hol' up, wait, wait, wait What we are gonna do now is - Hahaha I'm just fucking with you man Play the track and get high, 420 fam