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Sun Shine
1.265
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sun Shine adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Groggy Pack Entertainment LLC tarafından 12 Mart 2013 tarihinde yayınlandıHark
album cover
AlbümHark
Çıkış Tarihi12 Mart 2013
FirmaGroggy Pack Entertainment LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM86

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Doppelgangaz
The Doppelgangaz
Performer
Eric Sakla
Eric Sakla
Programming
Matthew Bennett
Matthew Bennett
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Sakla
Eric Sakla
Songwriter
Matthew Bennett
Matthew Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Sakla
Eric Sakla
Executive Producer
Matthew Bennett
Matthew Bennett
Producer
Ricardo Gutierrez
Ricardo Gutierrez
Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

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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