Sunshine Lyrics

I been smoking but

She got me on another vibe

She got me on another high

I been smokin but

She got me on a oooooooooooo

Everyday she bring another ray of sunshine

What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high

And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I

Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time

So bad other bitches won't approach me

She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we

Keep on dishing it Steve Nash

Till we coaching

She got class but swear to God

She a throat queen

Ima crumple her up first

Like a raw paper

Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters

Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player

And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders

I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models

And we stuntin wit straight shots

Then we pop bottles

And I look like I gotta championship rang

Poppin champagne like we won the champ game

And as a winner I'd fork over every single trophy

To eat wit you in my life girl if ya didn't notice

I cover you in my ice

Yeah I prefer ya frozen

I know you livin ya life

I'm tryna make it golden

Know you my lil Jill Scott

Cross my mind

On a long walk

Easily

Fuck that nigga

Baby girl just be wit me

Pour ya ass cup

But pray to god that ya lean on me,

She don't drink the tuss

But i know she a fiend for me

So let's talk what matters

I can give a fuck bout a bih getting flatter

I like my bih thick like da mix or da batter

I got a lil bih love it when she gettin fatter

Drove through her tunnel

Got carpal

I'm stuck

Funnel for ya love take it straight to the gut

I hope ya never leave

Cuz I'm never tryna

Stay wit nobody else

Ima get the cheese

Make ya hanne hats and hanne belts

Ima intervene if you talkin in & outta stealth

How you ain't wit me

But you fuckin with another L

Winners circle ain't hurtin

without ya baby however

I would love when you was round

Shine through any weather

Widdit pound four pound

Heavy down to the feather

Baby need you now

Cuz later too close to never

Fresh new hanne towel

And after get hanne sweater

Dirty middle class

Good could've been better

Everyday she bring another ray of sunshine

What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high

And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I

Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time

So bad other bitches won't approach me

She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we

Keep on dishing it Steve Nash

Till we coaching

She got class but swear to God

She a throat queen

Ima crumple her up first

Like a raw paper

Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters

Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player

And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders

I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models

And we stuntin wit straight shots

Then we pop bottles

And I look like I gotta championship rang

Poppin champagne like we won the champ game