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Sun Shine
1,265
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sun Shine fue lanzado el 12 de marzo de 2013 por Groggy Pack Entertainment LLC como parte del álbum Hark
album cover
ÁlbumHark
Fecha de lanzamiento12 de marzo de 2013
Sello discográficoGroggy Pack Entertainment LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM86

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
The Doppelgangaz
The Doppelgangaz
Intérprete
Eric Sakla
Eric Sakla
Programación
Matthew Bennett
Matthew Bennett
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Eric Sakla
Eric Sakla
Autoría
Matthew Bennett
Matthew Bennett
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Eric Sakla
Eric Sakla
Producción ejecutiva
Matthew Bennett
Matthew Bennett
Producción
Ricardo Gutierrez
Ricardo Gutierrez
Masterización

Letra

Meet the gang and you're guaranteed to admire these
Rap **** with courtesy to vampire sneeze
Known to carry conversations with the higher ease
That'll even make you want to disregard the prior sleaze
Look above her knees, shorty thighs hitting
The older lady living with the forty five kittens
Both her organs of corti tried quitting
Still has her vision, so she loves knitting glove mittens
I'm not remembering the dialogue
Or even venting all his inner feelings via blog
I don't remember talking smack to a known cop
Or gorilla glass being cracked when his phone dropped
He had a dream that a wizard for a shilling fee
Blessed his cloak with invisibility
I chilled inside a stall for hours watching women pee
Then I woke up in a holding cell to **** grilling me
I'mma order two more glasses of the plum wine, after that
I'mma see you when the sun shine
Try not to catch a dui from the one time, drive safe
I'mma see you when the sun shine
I'm dipping with the shorty with the bum spine, she dumb fine
I'mma see you when the sun shine
I heard she got the plaque up on her gumline, fuck it ****
I'mma see you when the sun shine
These players hit freaknik with the wide freaky horse
A thick greek chick with the tzatzik sauce
Rock Atlanta, to my man tropicana
Got shorty corn fed, born bred out savanna
A new city, cus one gripe 'bout the yitty
Not one biddy, to let me pipe out of pity
Can't recollect the blouse and cherry thong
Who's house of dereon was doused in perignon
It was somebody's spouse for very long
Heard the god kissed her in the mouth, wrong
He's unaware if he had a spare barrier
Dared to go bare, might be a rare carrier
Son, the con hi-jacked her
Cus shorty poked fun at the non-thigh slapper
Blew the funds on the prawn thai snapper
And woke up to some guns being drawn right after
Written by: Eric Sakla, Matthew Bennett
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