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letra de r.i.p fish - logan bolt

[intro]
yeah
yeah
uh
ayo, free all the homies
bubbles, gill, finn
and my main figure gupples
r.i.p homie
love you forever (yeah)

[chorus]
i’ve flushed more fish down the toilet than sh-t
i miss my fishies ’cause they was my clique
f-ck kurt cobain, that man doesn’t know d-ck (nah)
if he thinks my fish don’t have feelings, he’s a b-tch (he’s a b-tch)
i’ve flushed more fish down the toilet than sh-t
i miss my fishies ’cause they was my clique (yeah)
f-ck kurt cobain, that man doesn’t know d-ck (no sir)
if he thinks my fish don’t have feelings, he’s a b-tch (b-tch)

[verse 1]
woke up this morning to a fish dead on my flo’
told mе two years earlier that his wifе is a ho (what?)
and his friends f-ckin’ fake, they be stealin’ all his dough
so he swam and jumped, couldn’t handle it no mo’ (huh)
now he’s lyin’ on the ground, prayin’ for a breath of water
’cause his kids ain’t his, bruh, they got another father (what the f-ck?)
such a shame, poor gup, man he just want a daughter
then she don’t want a single godd-mn thing to do with him (ayy, ayy, yeah)
[chorus]
i’ve flushed more fish down the toilet than sh-t
i miss my fishies ’cause they was my clique
f-ck kurt cobain, that man doesn’t know d-ck (no sir)
if he thinks my fish don’t have feelings, he’s a b-tch (he’s a b-tch)
i’ve flushed more fish down the toilet than sh-t
i miss my fishies ’cause they was my clique (yeah)
f-ck kurt cobain, that man doesn’t know d-ck (no sir)
if he thinks my fish don’t have feelings, he’s a b-tch (b-tch)

[verse 2]
i ain’t think the lil’ gup would be ever snorin’
but before he took his life, he was sippin’ chlorine
out the tap water that i poured up and poured in
i ain’t have a clue a man’s life was so torturin’ (ah)
permanently sittin’ back, wishin’ that i coulda saved him
homie, you a real one, f-ck the others hatin’ (f-ck them)
swear i’ll get them back, i’ma leave ’em on the pavement
they don’t know what pain is, they gon’ pray for rain, b-tch (ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh)
sorry lil’ homie, i’ma k!ll the other fish
and the cheatin’ ho that don’t know what a real one is
playin’ god with that swimmin’ devil, rob you of your kids (yeah)
really wish i coulda spared you and helped you get revenge (yeah)
but i know you up in heaven, smokin’ java, gettin’ lit
so if you hear this, homie, know you wasn’t leavin’ me with sh-t (huh?)
’cause it turns out you fertilized a different group of kids
and i’ma raise them and tell them ’bout the hero that you is (woo)
[chorus]
i’ve flushed more fish down the toilet than sh-t
i miss my fishies ’cause they was my clique (yeah)
f-ck kurt cobain, that man doesn’t know d-ck (no sir)
if he thinks my fish don’t have feelings, he’s a b-tch (he’s a b-tch)
i’ve flushed more fish down the toilet than sh-t
i miss my fishies ’cause they was my clique (yeah)
f-ck kurt cobain, that man doesn’t know d-ck (no sir)
if he thinks my fish don’t have feelings, he’s a b-tch (b-tch)

- logan bolt

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