my demeanor - sunshine christo lyrics
[verse 1: sunshine christo]
i’m a specimen like an alien, ain’t no one want you, shut up damien
feel like the wopmann, down bad part three
i got the chainsaw, mow down your family tree
midnight klan, i’m up past the hour
playing with the white stuff, playing with the powder
all my haters, i bet they don’t take showers
we got stock in the future, we got jenga towers
the only block you have has a ro’ in the front
i don’t need a publicity stunt, she a collector, she likes that rare junk
scr*pyard shawty, junk in her c*nt, futuristic, i got sp*ce rocks in the blunt
driving side by side, you’re not ready for a shunt
doesn’t matter where you are, not until it’s done
my methods might be dirty, but it don’t matter, ’cause i won
[verse 2: lil kashin mane]
wopmann’s a heart throb, i love getting head, dog
i’m in the motherf*cking house and i’m trapping all
jumping off the roof on a motherf*cker like jeff hardy
walking up to junkies, i feel visceral, who gon’ stop me
i’m finna get a passport so i can get me a dominican mami
walking out a fat b*tch house, sunshine christo saw me (d*mn)
do the most like dracula, after that, she never saw me
b*tch tried to read my demeanor, she never saw me
b*tch, when you suck my d*ck, you better make it sloppy
i told the b*tch that this produced by jacket, jack me off (what?)
who’s calling on no called i.d.? they better knock it off
seen a n*gga walking out the liquor store, knocked his head off
that night, bear firearms, don’t tell daddy
n*gga said he f*cked my b*tch, i don’t care really
[verse 1: sunshine christo]
i’m a specimen like an alien, ain’t no one want you, shut up damien
feel like the wopmann, down bad part three
i got the chainsaw, mow down your family tree
midnight klan, i’m up past the hour
playing with the white stuff, playing with the powder
all my haters, i bet they don’t take showers
we got stock in the future, we got jenga towers
the only block you have has a ro’ in the front
i don’t need a publicity stunt, she a collector, she likes that rare junk
scr*pyard shawty, junk in her c*nt, futuristic, i got sp*ce rocks in the blunt
driving side by side, you’re not ready for a shunt
doesn’t matter where you are, not until it’s done
my methods might be dirty, but it don’t matter, ’cause i won
[verse 2: lil kashin mane]
wopmann’s a heart throb, i love getting head, dog
i’m in the motherf*cking house and i’m trapping all
jumping off the roof on a motherf*cker like jeff hardy
walking up to junkies, i feel visceral, who gon’ stop me
i’m finna get a passport so i can get me a dominican mami
walking out a fat b*tch house, sunshine christo saw me (d*mn)
do the most like dracula, after that, she never saw me
b*tch tried to read my demeanor, she never saw me
b*tch, when you suck my d*ck, you better make it sloppy
i told the b*tch that this produced by jacket, jack me off (what?)
who’s calling on no called i.d.? they better knock it off
seen a n*gga walking out the liquor store, knocked his head off
that night, bear firearms, don’t tell daddy
n*gga said he f*cked my b*tch, i don’t care really
[outro]
enjoy the little wins, but the last one is mine
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