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Ay shout out my sister man She keeps shit G Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Florida Met a lot of people Made a lot of money Been a lot of places In and out the country Wake up smell the pussy Why you worried about me I say a prayer for them Just had copped the Audi And all them foreigns pay themself I picked the locks then drop the top You know I came back with the belt my Nigga Switching lanes passing killer Find me trapping out the dealership point two on her tongue Now babygirl can't feel her fingertips And before I had a bag I had bitches I was seventeen years old and I was thumbing through the chicken Nigga I turn that twenty to a fifty Never gave up on the vision I put my niggas in position Twenty six im on six figures nigga Fuck with me you need some ass and some quadriceps Cash I need cash it ain't that want no part of it Blowing gas this ain't that I ain't mad I feel marvelous Champagne with the sparklers Nigga I worked hard for this Everybody loves the sun Everybody loves the sun Everybody loves the Yeah Going hard because my son watching Pick the phone up when my mom calling In New York i said fuck college Pulling up in that jaw dropper Pulling up swinging through Hating on him like it's something to do Summertime something new Sucker free only Ws And I can never go back to that same shit That one bedroom apartment now we up off entertainment My face good in different places Im on location And all these girls that I made famous im done Everybody loves the sun Everybody loves the sun Everybody loves the sun
Writer(s): Brandon Gomes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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