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sunshine - young dolph lyrics

[intro]
man, them kids loud as h*ll downstairs
this sh*t crazy as h*ll, what’s goin’ on on the news
ayy, bae, pass me that phone
tray tray, y’all quit jumpin’ on that couch, bruh
h*llo?
(what’s up, dolph, what you been doin’?)

[verse 1]
sh*t, listenin’ to the president talkin’ ’bout the chinese flu and
just like everybody else, n*gga, i been quarantining
with my biscotti, lemon tree, and promethazine and (woo)
i know my garbage man sick of seeing empty pint bottles (wop, wop)
facetime every day with my sister, auntie, and mama (i love y’all)
f*ck it, make a corona baby with baby mama (f*ck it)
last night i was up four in the morning oilin’ my choppers (f*ck it)
i needed some time off anyway, so it ain’t no problem (f*ck it)
independent, so i’ma eat anyway, regardless (f*ck it)
tray tray happy as f*ck ’cause daddy been home every day (i love y’all)
ari happy as f*ck ’cause daddy home, she gettin’ her way
called my n*gga and told him, “man, i’ma finna spend six million on stocks”
he said, “when? h*ll yeah, n*gga, me too,” ’cause that’s how we rock (uh)
my president is trump and my lambo’ blue
this three hundred*fifty thousand dollar sonic is too (woo)

[chorus]
i’m enjoying this time right now, so i don’t give a f*ck
i heard trump ’bout to take us to war, so i went and bought two army trucks (it’s dolph)
god, please watch over the nurses and doctors on the frontlines (god, please)
i can’t wait ’til the clouds gone and we get sunshine (sunshine)

[verse 2]
real life sh*t, n*gga, f*ck a punchline (f*ck all that)
’bout my guala twenty*four seven, not sometimes (uh*uh)
that’s why i never signed a deal, n*gga, not one time (uh*uh)
ayy, squeeky, stop all the instruments and keep the drum line (hold up)
busy workin’ all my life, gave the family no time (sorry, y’all)
i apologize to the whole family just for bein’ selfish (i love y’all)
but the whole time, i was focused on makin’ the family wealthy (’cause i love y’all)
it wasn’t sh*t you could tell me (nah, uh*uh)
guala (guala), guala (guala), guala (guala, hey)
stack that paper, invest in yourself for times like this (yeah, yeah)
straight up out the mud and now i shine like this (yeah, yeah)
all the real n*ggas, they gon’ toosie slide to this (uh*huh)

[outro]
my president is trump and my lambo’ blue
this three hundred*fifty thousand dollar sonic is too

- young dolph lyrics

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