Sunshine Lyrics

I've been looking at you all day, all night When you hit me up last night, got excited

As fuck for no reason Nigga was high as fuck, you know I'm feenin

For your love you know I'm fiendin' Like a dope fiend, I be knockin' at your door

Hopin' you would answer, let me in, oh Girl, I want your love like a fuckin' dope fiend

If your love was IV, I would take that shit, prescribed, ayy

Prescribin' all that fuckin' lean on the four Ayy, you know I kill the beat though

King Duece in this bih and you know that I spit bout this girl In my dream, yo

Let me tell you about her, perfect girl Ayy, perky titties and a nice smile

That'll cure the world with the hips on her, man, that shit so thick

I be smackin on that bitch, like a thunderclap Thundercats, thundercats

When I put her ass back, yeah, I bring her ass back, ayy

Yeah, she call me daddy Three-point stance, bitch, and I fucked her on the end

Bad bitch, she gave me the addy, sent me the addy Bad bitch, nigga, what a drama, you know I'm muddy

No, I'm busy with the drama, you know I'm with the niggas Don't want smoke, you know the thotty, we throw it, we get it, ayy

Bust up on that nigga, choke that nigga out I don't give a fuck about that clout

Shoot that nigga with a spout, shoot that nigga in the mouth

Fuck that ho and then I'm out, skid up on her fuckin' mouth

With a bitch and then I'm out, ayy

That fuck, bitch, that fuck, bitch, that fuck, nigga That fuck, bitch, that means that I'm gon' get it

The sun rise, sun shine, and then burn prime

Did that boom, back, boom, back, bring back time

Ninety-four, it's that ninety-four flow, you don't know

They ain't ever know what you did, tell me where it go

Mirror though, when they reflect on you, man, your life is miserable, miserable, uh

Smokin' on that, glad to eat the pain

When I'm that bitch, you know my name

When I'm that bitch, I'm not a team

And you know that my shit can't be tamed

These niggas know I am not lame

These niggas know they all fuckin' lame

I got your bitch for the game

I got your bitch for the game

For the bitch, for the fame

For the bitch, for the fame, yeah

Push for the back up on my name

Niggas be tuckin' on my name

You don't know shit about me, ayy

I'll pull up to your daddy

Hit him with a .45, niggas in the attic

I'll put him in that casket

And I'll spit fire to my casket

Man, they call me a bastard

I know my father yell slurry

But I'm not sorry with this

Not slyin' about shit, I don't give a fuck about shit, ayy

Don't even tell you about your business, bitch

I don't give a fuck, I'm out of my business

It's stackin' in millions, y'all

Ayy, mmm, niggas wanna call me broke

Yeah, I'm happy dough, lil' bro

You can toss shit, you can touch it from the back

But I know deep down you a fuckin' hoe

You won't do shit, you won't pull up to my face

You won't touch that shit, I'll spray you right down with that meth

.30 in the toe, you know that .30 with two

Fuckin' on your bitch and your bitch, yeah, she a hoe

And I'm stackin' hella dough

Why these niggas hatin' on me

Cause I'm stackin' hella dough

Wait, I'm bout to keep my mouth closed

Bout to splurge, move like Lasagna, lil' bro

Keep the .30 on me

And you know these niggas bummin

Man, they actin' bummy

Get you runnin' and I'm fuckin

And I fuck a mami

Teed up on that fuckin' lip

And then I get the dummy, I get the dummy