phay - sonshine lyrics
[intro]
yeah, you dig?
what are you doing?
you say your prayers?
[hook]
i’m like silk the f-ckin’ shot up
i got the .40 on me blocka
f-ck the opps and f-ck the coppers
on the blocker like ibaka
keep it gully, keep it proper
‘fore they clean you with the mop up
got a chopper at the popper just in case you wanna pop up
i’m like jackie chan and bruce lee and rondo number 9
you ain’t gotta stat to see my rap, don’t waste my f-ckin’ time
lotta money on the line, please don’t get in front of mine
cause my momma need a brighter wrist, her son ‘gone need to shine
[verse 1]
sometimes i be afraid to live, sometimes i’m scared to die
cause you don’t know and i don’t know what’s on the other side
remember i was afraid to fly
now we livin’ in the sky
then went 30 thousand feet up and my feet up in the flight
[hook]
i’m like silk the f-ckin’ shot up
i got the .40 on me blocka
f-ck the opps and f-ck the coppers
on the blocker like ibaka
keep it gully, keep it proper
‘fore they clean you with the mop up
got a chopper at the popper just in case you wanna pop up
i’m like jackie chan and bruce lee and rondo number 9
you ain’t gotta stat to see my rap, don’t waste my f-ckin’ time
lotta money on the line, please don’t get in front of mine
cause my momma need a brighter wrist, her son ‘gone need to shine
[verse 2]
this sh-t is getting outta hand, i hit ’em with my right
rest in piece to tina, get to scr-ppin’ like i’m ike
i like it when my baby bark, i love it when she bite
big pippin’ like i’m dolo, might she blow like dynamite
my brothers rather shoot it out, man, they ain’t tryna fight
collechi not a k!ller but don’t push him cause he might
twenty-twenty, it’s on sight
we ‘gon run this sh-t tonight
once i found a girl i like i turned that woman to my wife
[hook]
i’m like silk the f-ckin’ shot up
i got the .40 on me blocka
f-ck the opps and f-ck the coppers
on the blocker like ibaka
keep it gully, keep it proper
‘fore they clean you with the mop up
got a chopper at the popper just in case you wanna pop up
i’m like jackie chan and bruce lee and rondo number 9
you ain’t gotta stat to see my rap, don’t waste my f-ckin’ time
lotta money on the line, please don’t get in front of mine
cause my momma need a brighter wrist, her son ‘gone need to shine
[bridge]
the sun ‘gon need to shine
the sun ‘gon need to shine
lotta money on the line
please don’t get in front of mine
cause my momma need a brighter wrist, her son ‘gone need to shine
[outro]
i’m like silk the f-ckin’ shot up
i got the .40 on me blocka
f-ck the opps and f-ck the coppers
on the blocker like ibaka
keep it gully, keep it proper
‘fore they clean you with the mop up
got a chopper at the popper just in case you wanna pop up
what are you doing?
you say your prayers?
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