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broadway - sunshine christo lyrics

[chorus: sample]
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot

[verse]
rapping over tommy wright iii, all these b*tches be f*cking for free
know i got drugs on me, so they try to appease
try to appease by getting on their knees
smoking mother nature, smoking on trees
n*ggas dying, they’re all over tees
bumping music, mp3.s
n*ggas talking sh*t, so i leave them in a ditch
f*ck their b*tch whilе they’re dead
thеir soul cries while she sits in my bed
drinking tap water, it’s filled with lead
everyone says it should’ve been me instead
i never get any cred, but i don’t sit on a f*cking bench yeah
i still do my sh*t, i still do it against your wish yeah
i quit school and been making music ever f*cking since
on my own as always, everyone knows life goes both ways
why you acting like it’s broadway, put you out in the ashtray
too flames for h*ll, but too rough for heaven
send more suckers to the gate with my .11
skinny ass nerds rapping about f*cking drilling
i know you ain’t doing f*cking k!lling
but when i say that it makes me a villain
money so short, got you looking like krillin
flying like goku, trying to find
trying to find reason in my mind
trying to find a reason to keep trying
in these circles a lot of mommas crying
in this sp*ce a lot of n*ggas lying
burning in h*ll, you know that they’re frying
cooking sh*t up like it’s all crack
take five minutes to come up with a comeback
it’s so busted, look at the stats
where we going, look at the map
going off topic, going off track
mad athletic cause we be running laps
running laps over the rappers who call themselves chad
recording with rats, but not informants
all the money, you forgot what’s important
i can’t afford to f*ck with a poor b*tch
saving money, i can’t spend
i can smell deceit in her scent
she pays me like it’s rent, ugly witch, she a wrench
mixing the potion like mixing with the beat
looking for oddities, looking for some freaks
can’t control me, i took off the leash
rapping over tommy wright iii, all these b*tches be f*cking for free
know i got drugs on me, so they try to appease
try to appease by getting on their knees
smoking mother nature, smoking on trees
n*ggas dying, all over tees
bumping music, mp3.s
n*ggas talking sh*t, so i leave them in a ditch
f*ck their b*tch while they’re dead
[chorus: sample]
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot

[verse]
rapping over tommy wright iii, all these b*tches be f*cking for free
know i got drugs on me, so they try to appease
try to appease by getting on their knees
smoking mother nature, smoking on trees
n*ggas dying, all over tees
bumping music, mp3.s
n*ggas talking sh*t, so i leave them in a ditch
f*ck their b*tch while they’re dead
their soul cries while she sits in my bed
drinking tap water, it’s filled with lead
everyone says it should’ve been me instead
i never get any cred, but i don’t sit on a f*cking bench
i still do my sh*t, i still do it against your wish
i quit school and been making music ever f*cking since
on my own as always, everyone knows life goes both ways
why you acting like it’s broadway, i’ll put you in the ashtray
too flames for h*ll, but too rough for heaven
send more suckers to the gate with my .11
skinny ass nerds rapping about drilling
i know you n*ggas ain’t doing f*cking k!lling
but when i say that it makes me a villain
money so short, looking like krillin
flying like goku, trying to find
trying to find reason in my mind
trying to find a reason to keep trying
in these circles a lot of mommas crying
in this sp*ce a lot of n*ggas lying
burning in h*ll, you know that they’re frying
cooking sh*t up like it’s all crack
take five minutes to come up with a comeback
it’s so busted, look at the stats
where we going, look at the map
going off topic, going off track
mad athletic cause we running laps
running laps over the rappers who call themselves chad
recording with rats, but not informants
all the money, you forgot what’s important
i can’t afford to f*ck with a poor b*tch
saving money, i can’t spend
i can smell deceit in her scent
she pays me like it’s rent, ugly witch, she a wrench
mixing the potion like mixing with the beat
looking for oddities, looking for some freaks
can’t control me, i took off the leash
rapping over tommy wright iii, all these b*tches be f*cking for free
rapping over tommy wright iii, all these b*tches be f*cking for free
rapping over tommy wright iii, all these b*tches be f*cking for free
know i got drugs on me, so they try to appease
try to appease by getting on their knees
smoking mother nature, smoking on trees
n*ggas dying, all over tees
bumping music, mp3.s
n*ggas talking sh*t, so i leave them in a ditch
f*ck their b*tch while they’re dead
their soul cries while she sits in my bed
drinking tap water, it’s filled with lead
everyone says it should’ve been me instead
[chorus: sample]
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks
we take ’em to the stash spot

- sunshine christo lyrics

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