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5 bodies - sunshine christo & seriyouse lyrics

[verse 1: sunshine christo]
ayy, yeah, chill in the trap with the b*tch, yeah
she gon’ ride on my d*ck, yeah, she gon’ f*ck on the kid, yeah
better not give me that sh*t, yeah, she want to f*ck with the beat, yeah
b*tch, you cannot feel me, yeah, she got nothing on me, yeah
nut her face and her t**th, yeah, she going to f*ck with her mouth, yeah
b*tch, i’m going to f*ck in the south, yeah
i am not in that north, b*tch, f*ck on the court, yeah
b*tch f*cking in court, b*tch suck by the door, yeah
yeah, she don’t f*ck with the dork, yeah, yeah
suck on that north, chеwing on skin, i taste blood
i just want to f*ck, yeah, yeah i just want to f*ck, yеah
i just want to f*ck, yeah, i just want to f*ck, yeah
b*tch, i count up the buck, yeah, what, give me that hut
yeah, what, she is a sl*t, what, yeah, she is a bop, yeah, what
shawty with me, ay, ay, she want to love, she want to l*st
b*tch, dj it up, chop and screw that ho, b*tch, i’m so screwed up
yeah, shawty with me and she want to run
she just want to run, she just want to cum
run from her mom, run from her pops
she can’t escape, ’cause they’ll call the cops
i can’t escape all these evil thoughts
they just won’t stop, they just won’t stop
i’m blurring the lines of reality, i’m afraid i’m losing my sanity
i can’t die, i’m a dad to be, you can’t f*ck with me, you can’t f*ck with me
ayy, what, you know that you can’t even f*ck with me
yeah, shawty with me and she want to run, and she own a gun
b*tch i got a gun, two twin glocks, b*tch, i’m a shooter, i don’t give a f*ck
my n*gga out there shooting them glocks
he k!lled four people and he won’t stop
b*tch, i do not give a f*ck, that’s my homie from the block
he ain’t from usa, he’s ethnic, internationally born
b*tch, he like jason bourne, ayy, i know you feel scorn, ayy
she can’t f*ck on me, what, ’cause she is so boring, yeah
b*tch, you is so boring, like, godd*mn i am snoring, what
yeah, interest me, yeah, you ain’t interesting
what, yeah, she gon’ suck, what, she gon’ suck then f*ck
what, yeah, she a ho, i’m with vain and he knows
we gon’ sell that ho on the block, ’cause we pull
yeah, what, we ain’t poor, yeah, and i can afford
she going to suck, yeah, what, she on the low, yeah, what
selling cocaine, yeah, heroin in my vein
yeah, what, on my arm, yeah, yeah, on my right arm, yeah
[verse 2: seriyouse]
roll a fat ass blunt, put the keys in the ignition and i’m skrrt’n off
b*tch i’m off the shrooms and liq’, i can’t walk it off
cash in my pocket, best believe i love to talk that guap
i’m a lucky n*gga, put up twenty, we can bet it up
bet it up, bet it up, we can bet it up, bet it up, bet it up, we can bet it up
double up, forty up, put that forty up, double up, eighty up
put that eighty up, bet it up, bet it up, we can bet it up
bet it up, we can bet it up, put a hundred up
bet it up, we can bet it up, we can bet it up
bet it up, we can bet it up, we can bet it up
dark angel gang, yeah, the swag is indefinite
pretty boy swag, yeah, you know that she into it
shawty see me and shy trying to get intimate
count up the chips and i’m spreading the spinach dip
like i got sent to the office, i’m counting up pink slips
shine like fifty stars, but i’m not confederate
f*ck politics, i’m smoking on democrats
what’s in my cup, it look like a venonat
i shine, evolve, i’m one with my habitat
your b*tch like chocolate, she think i’m a kit*kat
young seriyouse in the back of the cadillac
stick on my side, i hope i don’t got to up that
no pump fake, if i got to, i dump that
my b*tch a whale, she love when i hump back
counting up funds, my money intact, i don’t trust a soul, i keep it a stack
these hoes is easy, i’m one with the mac
i keep it fasheezy, i ain’t never been wack
young seriyouse, i shine on the track
little quick upload, the tape in the back

- sunshine christo seriyouse lyrics

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