Top Songs By Dizzy Wright
Lyrics
Sunny on the east side
(When I woke up)
Walked out fresh looked clean
(Hell yeah)
I went for a ride
(Dam ride)
Drop my top for the breeze
(Doing me)
Smoke me weed on a freeway
Calm down)
Bitch please I ain't got time
(I told her)
But if you want to jump inside
Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes
Yeah you bitch you
Game colder than a igloo
The new fresh prince hitting Will Smith moves
Would've hit the NBA if I had hit 6'2
A nigga never hit it but I made hits
Wasn't mixed down so I made an everyday list
Grind hard my nigga don't stop
Can't and I won't like these braids don't lock
Time to level up star boys like The Weekend
Late night with a bag she can reach in
Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in
We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end
By 25 I was tryna grow and plant seeds
Turning 25 grams in to 25 G's
Hate I got another nigga bitch choosing me
But she sucking like she a blew a 25 point lead
When I left it was
Sunny on the east side
(When I woke up)
Walked out fresh looked clean
(Hell yeah)
I went for a ride
(Dam ride)
Drop my top for the breeze
(Doing me)
Smoke me weed on a freeway
Calm down)
Bitch please I ain't got time
(I told her)
But if you want to jump inside
Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes
Put on your shoes lets go you bitch
Ain't no time to waste we got to get digits
105 from the east side Long Beach boulevard
Hoes get to running when they see my car
Just tryna get my attention you ain't in pocket
Go ahead and throw the cash
In my car and keep walking
Perico the rapper is what they saying
They worried about these niggas
As long as I got a bitch paying
The Lord of land lets go get it
Hopping on delta jet blue whatever for the mission
Worldwide crossing countries
It don't matter how it happen
Long as the bitch got the money
We celebrate all the time smoking Dizzy
Gangster niggas getting high like hippies
Burning grams down on the freeway
Slow down for the next stop
We gon' exit on the B way
Sunny on the east side
(When I woke up)
Walked out fresh looked clean
(Hell yeah)
I went for a ride
(Dam ride)
Drop my top for the breeze
(Doing me)
Smoke me weed on a freeway
Calm down)
Bitch please I ain't got time
(I told her)
But if you want to jump inside
Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes
I'm just saying though bitch
From the gate I'm a let you know though
It wasn't against the rules to choose man
That's apart of this shit
It's called upgrading hoe yeah
Make your next one your best one
Around this motherfucker man
Talking about worldwide international
Pimping man on a bitch
Now go get it hoe
That a way
Aye man I'm back man whats happening man
Aye whats happening man
I see you over their doggy
Oh yeah come on man
Aye look aye the plants look
Good dog aye on everything
Keep it running man
Aye on everything I see you bro
Good looking I hit G
I told him to send the shit to you
Yeah man I talked to that nigga so we good man
I'm getting them fouls we locked in
When day you get back from Tampa
The 11th I come back the 11th
I'm tryna come out their bro
Come out bro you know I got the spot man
You know nigga I got the shit nigga
Brewing nigga whats up
Come on man
I ain't tryna come out their and you
Got to leave nigga that's all
Na on everything I'm in the Red Room
Right now with Reezy nigga
Cooking up
Alright for sure yeah I'm a be out their
When you get back bro
Alright brodie
Alright bro
Peace
Writer(s): La Reonte Wright, Jerrick Davis
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