paroles de chanson Sunny - GTF Official

I'm done with your bitching
I caught you slipping
Double cup it up that's some simple addition
I'm at the window
How bout the roof
I'm at your house
You got nothing to do
The king wants a veto
Rally's a shit show
Just to complain bout his tiny ass dick tho
All these proud boys supporting a Cheeto
Now all his friends gone be out of a job so
Yay

Gimme a call 'cause I know you want me
Put on some shades 'cause I'm such a hottie
Scared I might leave, but I swear that's not me
Gimme some trust, girl you don't know what might be

It's sunny it's sunny it's sunny
I poke at the hive so they drop the honey
I got my banana
And you got the berries
We'll blend them together to make a good smoothie
I rock the shit
Sip from the vine
Yeah you got the pick
Make some good wine
Yeah I'm feelin' it
Lean on the chair
Hop on the dick
I'm feeling the flowers
They stem from my chest
Grow over the towers
I'm bout to finesse
Reach through the clouds
Yeah I am the best
Birds in the paradise
Not like the rest
I'ma lead the way
Walk in the park
In the day of May
Jump in the water
Into the bay
Yeah what's today
It's a sunny day

Running round
Cause I'm feeling bright tonight
I'm turning heads cause they call me so divine
Something bout the way I lose my mind
It's sunny out but I'm still surviving
Coming again talking you bitch
She get on her knees and she saying some shit
Praying to me
Talking with ease
She come into church and they yell blasphemy
Something about the way she looks down
She in the confession booth now
Looking around
Cross on the ground
She got a fiery crown

Gimme a call, call 'cause I know you want me
Put on some shades 'cause I'm such a hottie
Scared I might leave, but I swear that's not me
Gimme some trust, girl you don't know what might be

Petals, petals falling down
Got some sun rays on my back
Smell the pollen in the air
Got her racin' on my track
Got her goin' spread eagle
What we doing even legal
Got her flyin' like a seagull
Cause I'm bulking like a bull
On a bed of some tulips
Now we really havin' fun
Sippin' gin and some julep
While we kissing in the sun
Now we growing up
Growing growing up up
Yeah we showing up
Showing showing up up

Tokin' on the lawn, lawn go straight to my brain ay
Smokin' on that zaza keep me going sane ay
Groupies talkin' blah blah, end up wit a lame ay
Stop comparing with me homie we are not the same
Got a hot type motorbike I ain't do a damn thing
On life got 'em tight they both rep the same gang
Five stripes on my flag choppers going bang bang
Most of 'em are bling, bling make her call out dang, dang
You gon' have to step up wanna say sum
Butterflies in your stummy gotta take tums
I'ma try and educate but you gonna stay dumb
You could just sit back watch what I become ay