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sonny - brizz rawsteen lyrics

sonny lyrics
[verse: brizz rawsteen]
airport i’m back moving, i’m back too it
need some respect on my name and some racks too it
paper chasing, chess moves, i’m stacking dollars
rap god no more waiting for smack deposits
i’m too good to go back and forth with, all them rappers garbage
i’m on conference calls with platinum artists
shows, front rows packed enormous
and all my b*tches asiatic, brown black and gorgeous
fish and shrimp man lets stack a fortune
late night heated pools you see the view from the back of an immaculate fortress
rappers mad hating, pillow talkin’, asking they b*tches “oh you used to f*ck with brizz, oh y’all still be talkin’?”
you ain’t worried about a b*tches worth, just spit ya verse
you can’t wife her cause it bothеr you i hit it first
my life classic: black and white movie, summеrtime ice
short sleeve zip up, the all white coogi
you n*ggas all slaves with an ill plan, i never, ever, never been n0bodies little man
a lot of gossip just stop it, as if i’m not the topic
cash in my pocket and the nine beside me watch me c*ck it
i been the bestest and i ain’t into stressing
i keep these n*ggas sick to they stomach: indigestion
early morning the plane land, ya b*tch respect it
i get the s*x then its pancakes.. with crispy edges
mimosas, vegan sausage, expensive breakfast
rented condos for the week, all my b*tches naked
tell you what i feel, i’m very introspective
tell you what i live, hahahah raw
[hook: brizz rawsteen]
flying, smoking, drinking ain’t it funny?
they threw paper in them strip clubs, but can’t save they money, they dummies
b*tches see me, come up and hug me, they love me
you could [?] boy i’m sonny (rawsteen!)
rock designer shades when it’s sunny (knaww mean?)
i get it on my own n*gga, you sound real tough over that phone n*gga
lyrically i’m…

[verse 2: brizz rawsteen]
don’t be playing with my name, youngin’s claim they thuggin’
but they ain’t that away from home, so they ain’t saying nothing
i’m old school, i’m self centered, david ruffin
and i got the right to be, they never gave me nothing
i want good weed and head ’till i’m eighty*something
still ain’t figured out how to work all these mercedes b*ttons
and i don’t care if n*ggas say we cousins
from now, you need a favor from me, you got to pay me something
street empty but they still talkin’, they got the real on lock
and the rats well, they still walkin’
if you don’t know nothing life will learn ya
it ain’t ya man, he catch a body then sit and watch you fight the murder
that’s why i’m dolie in the drinking spot, plus i don’t drink a lot
plus if a n*gga play the next rounds on me
so sip your liquor shot or ima l!ck a shot
nah nah nah on a serious note
i never listen what the f*ck ya tell me, my cup overflow with henny
i ain’t never, ever f*ck with belve
spent cold days focused, waiting, smoking
used to ride through upscale neighborhoods, for my motivation
get some hoes, a couple dollars then your motive changes
to the beach house the blue water where the boats is racing
you done wore out your welcome, you done overstayed it
you done let me see your hand and we poker playing
glasses on eyes over shaded, i been the god, go and ask them n*ggas, no debating
see when you under its easy for you to see who overrated
i’m from where homes get invaded for the lowest payment
i’m winning back to back chips, golden state sh*t
there’s no replacements
i believe that’s enough, uh
[hook: brizz rawsteen]
flying, smoking, drinking ain’t it funny?
they threw paper in them strip clubs, but can’t save they money, they dummies
b*tches see me, come up and hug me, they love me
you could [?] boy i’m sonny (rawsteen!)
rock designer shades when it’s sunny (knaww mean?)
i get it on my own n*gga, you sound real tough over that phone n*gga
lyrically i’m..

- brizz rawsteen lyrics

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